The Game

The pores drip bitter sweat

Turned as viscous as blood due to the cold

It is what the game calls for

What we must give

Blades slash and carve

Deep scores mark every open surface

The bodies collide

It is what the game calls for

What we must give

We give all to see the red light

To go home broken and tired

Then come back and do it again

It is what we must give

It is what the game calls for

It is because we love

The game