The Game Poets of the Fall

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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...

[Bridge]
Down that beaten path she treads
Mirage the blushing bride he weds
Yesterday's diamonds and pearls
Now worthless trinkets in their world