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'''The Game''' is the second track on [[Poets of the Fall]]'s 2016 seventh studio album [[Clearview]]. | '''The Game''' is the second track on [[Poets of the Fall]]'s 2016 seventh studio album [[Clearview]]. | ||
==Lyrics== | |||
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| 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 | |||
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Revision as of 19:09, 13 March 2025
| "The Game" | |
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| Song by Poets of the Fall | |
| from the album Clearview | |
| Released | September 30, 2016 |
| Length | 4:45 |
| Label | Insomniac |
| BPM | 139 |
| Key | G |
| Producer(s) | Stefan Boman |
The Game is the second track on Poets of the Fall's 2016 seventh studio album Clearview.
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 |
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