The Game

[00:14.58] She's plastic
[00:16.14] She's speed-read
[00:18.02] A classic line between the lines
[00:21.27] Fantastic and half-dead
[00:24.72] His tactic blind to warning signs
[00:28.32] Her clashes of colors
[00:32.04] Are flashes of society
[00:35.16] In ashes
[00:36.87] His dollars like posters of a tragic love story
[00:43.09] See the puppet master laugh
[00:48.48] Astride a pale horse
[00:49.82] And take another photograph
[00:55.02] For selfie intercourse
[00:57.58] Reading out the epitaph
[01:01.98] Of our pointless wars
[01:03.70] For love we will tear us down
[01:15.09]
[01:18.41] He's shooting at shadows
[01:21.96] Portraying a proper soldier boy
[01:25.53] She's thinking in logos
[01:28.56] Still searching for the real McCoy
[01:32.22] Broadcasters, they've got this
[01:35.15] Disasters a wasp of a satire
[01:39.05] Like actors who French kiss
[01:42.08] Right after someone stole their fire
[01:47.27] See the puppet master laugh
[01:52.16] Astride a pale horse
[01:53.67] And take another photograph
[01:59.46] For selfie intercourse
[02:00.82] Reading out the epitaph
[02:05.31] Of our pointless wars
[02:07.95] For love we will tear...
[02:14.24] Us down that beaten path she treads
[02:21.18] Mirage the blushing bride he weds
[02:28.35] Yesterday's diamonds and pearls
[02:34.79] Now worthless trinkets in their world
[02:42.52] The salty tang of blood
[02:45.28] Sensations running hot
[02:48.73] Snow blindness in pitch darkness
[02:52.68] Mindless rage
[02:54.55] And then you...
[02:56.23] See the puppet master laugh
[03:02.37] And take another photograph
[03:09.87] See the puppet master laugh
[03:15.55] Astride a pale horse
[03:16.66] And take another photograph
[03:21.56] For selfie intercourse
[03:23.65] Reading out the epitaph
[03:28.66] Of our pointless wars
[03:30.42] When love
[03:33.69] Love could be our crown
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