The Faceless Combatants in the Loneliest Game

The title is a line from the song "Company Car" by Switchfoot.

So caught up in rising,

We are blind to our fall,

Craving success,

We are losing our all.

Stuffed suits with strangling ties,

Animals in business,

Trapping themselves in corporate lies,

Ignoring all the devastation in their wake.

Dreaming of glory, of glittering signs,

Of fame, fortune and success,

Signing contracts without reading between the lines,

Wanting more but getting less.

What monsters have we become?

We stand on the shoulders of those we slaughter,

Taking a life just to get ahead,

Without heed to wife and son or daughter.

Empty vases claiming to be filled,

Faceless combatants dueling till death,

Lonely towers of fortune they build.

Lacking satisfaction and missing true joy.

From their pathetic empire they look out,

And from their golden towers they weep,

Because they find no joy within and helplessly shout,

For those days without out family, friends and forever will sleep