Is that a Euphamism?

A cloak of verbs and adjectives
The meaning hides under dust
Soaked in words and sheer maddness
They could be wrapped in lust

Do you mean what you say?
Does it mean something else?
Do you say what you mean?
Is that really how you felt?

No more games
It's not the same

Don't close the window
I'll smash it
Don't lock the door
'Cause I'll pick it
Those walls are wood
They'll burn
Those lips are loose
They'll turn

No more games
It's not the same

Twisted words
Twisted 'till they've snapped
Falling truths
Falling 'till they're lost

If we all just stopped and thought
We'd remember what we've forgot
We'd see what they all saw
We'd know what they did wrong
But do you think we will
At any given time
Convey to ourselves a truth
That completes us, and the rhyme?

No more games
It's not the same