Start up a war. Never fail a crowd. Learn to cite by heart

what meant something to you. Where do you belong?

Where's your companions? Tried to yell I was, someone slightly off

You move on to the next, something you don't care for

That also goes away, with things you can't replace

Lose another friend, how the wind will turn

Pulled a shard out shaped like you, to highlight all the wrongs

when everything's a game

When all of you were lost. Vanguards searched the grounds

Grave hands lit the towers, the subtle ran the room

Hand out all the plumes. Attach them to the bones

Plus ça change, plus c'est, the more it'll stays the same

My love this is a game. It's everything we do

Travel 'way on horse, will return on foot

All families alike, but every empire fall, each in its way

Distribute the plumes. See the little straps

Attach them to the bones. With every foothold lost

you're slipping down a notch. Tell like it is

Everything is a game