The game

The demon that’s inside of me
Has cleverly infiltrated every aspect of our society
No one knew how much damage it would do
To him ,to her, to me , to you
From board rooms to council flats
The havoc wreaks is totally unmatched
That first line feels like nothing’s better
It makes you feel like you could change the weather
But that high is fleeting and you always want more
This is why it’s different depending if your rich or poor
A poor man will spend his last 10 pound just to go pick up
Pick up a debt what he knows he can’t touch
With the little wave he gets every week
This disease has brought him to his knees
But a rich man can pay to get the best of the help
Help what’s need if you want to get better
Both men playing this game in the poorest of weather