Time To Play

They've laid to rest morality, blessed themselves with 
immortality gazed into the eyes of innocents as the blade 
was pulled out merrilyI'd beg and plead if it made sense to
 me, if I thought it'd make a difference to quit is to 
lose, so I suppose I'm conceding defeat from weariness
They say
"No time play, you cannot stay,
appreciate the mess I've made"
Then they turn their backs and walk away
I've seen young bystanders get shown the view from their 
watchtowers and with their stealth and stench transform 
these tykes into another great lot of admirers
I don't blame traders ah, how ignorance is bliss it's so 
fucking easy to be bought and sold when you're a young and 
stupid kid