Tic-Tac-Toe

TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe, And we are at war with ourselves. We are like little, scary dwarfs We sit, all the best in ourselves is destroyed. TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe, And they draw crosses on our backs. Our sins are sometimes so great, That we are walking a mile atonement. TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe We shed blood reluctantly. We are innocent of being traitors And we perish, flying into the abyss. TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe We laugh at someone's pain, And even heavenly messengers, Sprinkle their wounds with white salt. TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe, And we are still behind the fence. We have violated all the laws of logic, And we catch the air with our mouths closed. TIC-TAC-toe, TIC-TAC-toe We couldn't change ourselves. We are still big fans The ones that burned us in the past.