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==Lyrics== | ==Lyrics== | ||
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She's plastic, she's speed read, a classic line between the lines<br/> | |||
Fantastic and half dead, his tactic, blind to warning signs<br/> | |||
Fantastic and half dead, his tactic, blind to warning signs | Her clashes of colors are flashes of society<br/> | ||
Her clashes of colors are flashes of society | In ashes his dollars like posters of a tragic love story<br/> | ||
In ashes his dollars like posters of a tragic love story | |||
See the puppet master laugh, astride a pale horse | See the puppet master laugh, astride a pale horse<br/> | ||
And take another photograph, for selfie intercourse | And take another photograph, for selfie intercourse<br/> | ||
Reading out the epitaph of our pointless wars | Reading out the epitaph of our pointless wars<br/> | ||
For love we will tear us down | For love we will tear us down<br/> | ||
He's shooting at shadows, portraying a proper soldier boy | He's shooting at shadows, portraying a proper soldier boy<br/> | ||
She's thinking, in logos, still searching for the real mccoy | She's thinking, in logos, still searching for the real mccoy<br/> | ||
Broadcasters, they've got this, disasters, a wasp of a satire | Broadcasters, they've got this, disasters, a wasp of a satire<br/> | ||
Like actors who french kiss right after someone stole their fire | Like actors who french kiss right after someone stole their fire<br/> | ||
See/Hear the puppet master laugh, astride a pale horse | See/Hear the puppet master laugh, astride a pale horse<br/> | ||
And take another photograph, for selfie intercourse | And take another photograph, for selfie intercourse<br/> | ||
Reading out the epitaph of our pointless wars | Reading out the epitaph of our pointless wars<br/> | ||
For love we will tear us | For love we will tear us<br/> | ||
Down that beaten path she treads | Down that beaten path she treads<br/> | ||
Mirage the blushing bride he weds | Mirage the blushing bride he weds<br/> | ||
Yesterday's diamonds and pearls | Yesterday's diamonds and pearls<br/> | ||
Now worthless trinkets in their world | Now worthless trinkets in their world<br/> | ||
The salty tang of blood, sensations running hot | The salty tang of blood, sensations running hot<br/> | ||
Snow blindness in pitch darkness, mindless rage | Snow blindness in pitch darkness, mindless rage<br/> | ||
And then you see the puppet master laugh | And then you see the puppet master laugh<br/> | ||
And take another photograph | And take another photograph<br/> | ||
See/Hear the puppet master laugh, astride a pale horse | See/Hear the puppet master laugh, astride a pale horse<br/> | ||
And take another photograph, for selfie intercourse | And take another photograph, for selfie intercourse<br/> | ||
Reading out the epitaph of our pointless wars | Reading out the epitaph of our pointless wars<br/> | ||
When love, love could be our crown | When love, love could be our crown | ||
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== Trivia == | == Trivia == | ||
Latest revision as of 07:19, 11 April 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
Trivia
- The Game has a lyrical overlap with Carnival of Rust:
It's all a game, avoiding failure when true colors will bleed - Carnival of Rust
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Her clashes of colors are flashes of society in ashes - The Game - "The Real McCoys" is the slogan on the logo for McCoys crisps, so that line may be a reference.
- Hello Cabaret may be foreshadowed in the lines "Yesterday's diamonds and pearls, now worthless trinkets in their world"