Name of the Game
Lyrics of an Original Song
Life,
That's the name of the game,
The game that we all play,
There is no escape,
No shelter from the storm.
Any time, day or night,
They will strike, they will claim,
Claim all of our lives.
Life is the name,
The name of the game,
We all have to play,
Against one another to survive.
There is no escape, there is no respite,
We all have to run,
We all have to hide,
They're coming, coming for us all.
The hunt they will find,
They will claim,
They will take,
Take all of our lives.
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