[Verse 1: Ben Collins]

Did I wait too long?

It made me somber, wandering onward, stronger

On and on

But I'm still awake

You haven't killed me, I am willing to persevere another day

[Chorus: Ben Collins]

You can run away but you can't escape

All these wicked games

Run away but you can't escape

All these wicked games

[Bridge: Mike Busse]

You're impossible like ignoring the habit of breathing

I'm expendable to you completed then superseded

You're impossible like ignoring the habit of breathing

I'm expendable to you completed then superseded

[Verse 2: Ben Collins]

I insist it ends

My circumstances burned my chances

The answers want it that way

But I'm still awake

I have opponents, I've got moments to own that know my way

[Chorus: Ben Collins, Mike Busse]

You can run away but you can't escape

All these wicked games

Run away but you can't escape

All these wicked games

(But it still exists and it's still there)

(It still exists and it's still there)

You can't escape these wicked games

(But it still exists and it's still there)

(It still exists and it's still there)

You can't escape these wicked games

(But it still exists and it's still there)

(It still exists and it's still there)

(It still exists and it's still there)

These wicked games

(It still exists and it's still there)

(It still exists and it's still there)

All these wicked games we can't escape

[Outro: Mike Busse]

Go through your pain and struggle but maintain the knowing

Of what'll come to you, showing it's alright

There's plenty around to drown you

Pronunciate found to all that surround you

Give them all flight

Running away is a stain in the mud, a brain stem with a plug

When you get there, you don't know why you came

You end up going where you're knowing

Is showing in different form but inside you feel the same

Always someone else to blame

[Instrumental Break]

[Interlude: Mike Busse]

Now this was a long, long time ago

When music was loved on the radio

Before my birth, I'm not that old

Bands didn't have to pay the radio to be sold

I'm told, it was quite a day

To have a station have a DJ

Not have a playlist of what he'd play

Or a PD wanting it their way

Just a love for tunes and comparison

Now we just compare embarrassment

It's such a scare this carelessness

It's not awareness, it's harassment

Cherish this choice that we have

Not to listen if it gets bad

Not to listen if it's an ad

Don't have to bitch and kick and get sad

That it takes ten days of supervision

For you to find a good song to listen

I got mine new to tradition

Let's just break this new tradition

Play the game, play the game

Place your blame on a taste of fame

Play the same way, a faceless name would play the game

Play the game

(This was a long, long time ago)

(And this was a long, long time ago)

(And this was a long, long time ago)

(And this was a long, long time ago)

(This was a long, long—)