GAME OF BLAME کے بول

Playing this cruel game Pointing fingers, game of blame Laying the fault on each other's feet Then deem ourselves completely sweet Our hearts grow cold, our souls grow dark So dark We move on with this painful path Painful path We shuffle round this endless board Each move we make, met with discord We spin the wheel, we roll the dice And always pay a painful price We always pay Playing with such delight Each accusation, an endless fight We never try to look within To see the damage that it brings Our hearts grow cold, our souls grow dark So dark We move on with this painful path Painful path So we play this game of blame Until we are lost, consumed by shame Even though we know the cost We can't stop until everything is lost Our hearts grow cold, our souls grow dark Our souls grow dark Our eyes grow blind, our ears grow deaf Our hearts grow cold, our souls grow dark So dark We move on with this painful path Painful path Laying the fault on each other's feet