Poets Of The Fall – The Game lyrics

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

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/Hear 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 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/Hear 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