The Game Lyrics - Poets Of The Fall

She's plastic 

She's speed-read 

A classic line between the lines 

Fantastic and half-dead 

His tactic blind to warning signs 

Her clashes of colors 

Are flashes of society 

In ashes 

His dollars like posters of a tragic love story 

See the puppet master laugh 

Astride a pale horse 

And take another photograph 

For selfie intercourse 

Reading out the epitaph 

Of our pointless wars 

For love we will tear us down 

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He's shooting at shadows 

Portraying a proper soldier boy 

She's thinking in logos 

Still searching for the real McCoy 

Broadcasters, they've got this 

Disasters a wasp of a satire 

Like actors who French kiss 

Right after someone stole their fire 

See the puppet master laugh 

Astride a pale horse 

And take another photograph 

For selfie intercourse 

Reading out the epitaph 

Of our pointless wars 

For love we will tear... 

Photos 

Us down that beaten path she treads 

Mirage the blushing bride he weds 

Yesterday's diamonds and pearls 

Now worthless trinkets in their world 

The salty tang of blood 

Sensations running hot 

Snow blindness in pitch darkness 

Mindless rage 

And then you... 

See the puppet master laugh 

And take another photograph 

See the puppet master laugh 

Astride a pale horse 

And take another photograph 

For selfie intercourse 

Reading out the epitaph 

Of our pointless wars 

When love 

Love could be our crown