Plaything from Delineations by Sirens and Prophets

I don’t care how you people choose to play,
I just don’t think the rest of us should pay,
I know they’re sleek and shiny, and they feel good in your hands,
We need a few more rules ‘cause too few understand.
You don’t feel safe, the bad man has more toys,
You’re in the gang, now you’re one of the boys,
You’re ready for the game and you think you smell their fear,
But anyone can play if they’ve got access to the gear.

Innocence is bleeding, and its face down in the dirt,
It’s always fun and games up until someone gets hurt.
A privilege abused surely needs to be undone,
Children throw a tantrum when you take away their fun.

It’s not your right if the rest of us are wronged,
I won’t be meek so you can feel you’re strong,
The subs are off the benches and the fans have cleared the stands,
You can’t control the tempo, and the game is out of hand,

Innocence is bleeding, and its face down in the dirt,
It’s always fun and games up until someone gets hurt.
A privilege abused surely needs to be undone,
Children throw a tantrum when you take away their fun.

Innocence is bleeding, and its face down in the dirt,
It’s always fun and games up until someone gets hurt.
A privilege abused surely needs to be undone,
Children throw a tantrum when you take away their fun,
When you take away their fun.

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