God Games The Kills

A lifetime where I walked
They'd whisper, "Man, he's not there"
That I was in a God Game, so taken

But he's here
Oh man, he's here
Aged by a mad love
But I'm here

Like a matador, they'll adore you
For every heart you tore through
And like every matador before you
They're praying for the bulls to gore you

But you're here
Oh man, you're hеre
Played in a God Game
But you'rе here

You're here
Oh man, you're here
Aged by a mad love
But you're here