You can't play the game without getting hurt. You have to get back what you put out. You can't have it all without having nothing. They all slaughter each other mercilessly, but I'm not that innocent
either. I play their twisted little game, too, because there's nothing else to do in this rusty cage but hate on each other. I'll admit it's fun taking a stab at someone's back once in a while, but it
backfires when you know they're stabbing at you, too. It drives me insane knowing the rules of the game because once you hear how it's played, you'll forever know that they're spreading dirt
on your name. It's a dangerous game we play knowing that one of us could end up dead one day, but nevertheless, we still play. This rusty cage drives us isane, bringing out our aggression and hate.
We think we're playing its game when really it's playing with us. Pinning us against each other for fun as it watches the bloodshed from a safe distance.