Kicked and stabbed along the way,
planning for the hour
Revenge a method, one of many
to consummate the change

Why, what could you ever gain?
Nothing it seems except being lame
What, what could you ever lose?
Brutally wrong, it's all a game

Moving forward, leaving something
requires the unsaid
Be a man and let it all go,
abandoning your pride

Why, what could you ever gain?
Nothing it seems except being lame
What, what could you ever lose?
Brutally wrong, it's all a game (x 2)

Now it's here,
time to choose
You decide
what you'll become

Why, what could you ever gain?
Nothing it seems except being lame
What, what could you ever lose?
Brutally wrong, it's all a game (x 2)