You’re getting warmer.
You’re getting warmer.
You’re getting hot.
you’re burning up.
OK, my turn.
The games, the children play
Don’t change so much as we grow old and wise.
The only difference is, nowadays,
it’s gold, and someone dies.
Running from the moment, we hit the ground.
We hide and seek til we are found.
Dying to, trying not to make a sound.
Ashes to ashes, we all fall down.
You’re getting warm…
some say we started out as wise
some say we started out as fools
some say it doesn’t pay to play nice
what’s a game without the rules
made to break, broken to learn
got a new sheriff place your bets
you’re getting cold, you’re getting colder
you’re freezing to death