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 here
Played in a God Game
But you're here
You're here
Oh man, you're here
Aged by a mad love
But you're here
