When have we got so bitter
When it poisoned our minds
When it caused us to shiver
Just to strip off our pride
Why we carry this quiver
Filled with arrows of fire
In this game there's no winner
Loneliness is our prize
Tied up in our vanity
Rotten by futility
Hatred like leprosy
Love we can't find
When have we got so bitter
When it poisoned our minds
When it caused us to shiver
Just to strip off our pride
Life was gone in a minute
What a big waste of time
Now we're old and we shimmer
Black haze shadowed our light
Dead inside, my friend
Full of hate and pain
Thick bad blood in veins
Bitter hearts decay