Much Worse Games to Play
Can you feel the heat of a thousand eyes?
Can you hear the beat of your failing heart?
Everybody's watching the hammer fall
Everybody's hearing the cannon call
Sacrifice
Keep the kids in line
Keep your solemn lies
They're all that you provide
We can't hide
Blood is on our minds
But it's got a price
The fear's all that survives
Count the cannons, count the days
Let yourself just wash away
Another victor takes the stage
Share the carnage in their wake
Up see what's in front of you
Take your mark and take your aim
Give your freedom to the game
Count the killers, count the prey
This is how good children play
Try to run
They've already won
Don't you think it's fun?
The way we've come undone
Win or lose
There is no excuse
But you've gotta choose
We're all just being used
Count the cannons, count the days
Let yourself just wash away
Another victor takes the stage
Share the carnage in their wake
Up see what's in front of you
Take your mark and take your aim
Give your freedom to the game
Count the killers, count the prey
This is how good children play
Keeping all your cameras on
The people love your bloody palms
The crowd will watch with their applause
And wish their color was
Red as death and blood and sin
Black as all your recompense
White as all your innocence
Gone
Another victor takes the stage
Share the carnage in their wake
Up see what's in front of you
Take your mark and take your aim
Give your freedom to the game
Count the killers, count the prey
This is how good children play
Can you hear the beat of your failing heart?
Everybody's watching the hammer fall
Everybody's hearing the cannon call
Sacrifice
Keep the kids in line
Keep your solemn lies
They're all that you provide
We can't hide
Blood is on our minds
But it's got a price
The fear's all that survives
Count the cannons, count the days
Let yourself just wash away
Another victor takes the stage
Share the carnage in their wake
Up see what's in front of you
Take your mark and take your aim
Give your freedom to the game
Count the killers, count the prey
This is how good children play
Try to run
They've already won
Don't you think it's fun?
The way we've come undone
Win or lose
There is no excuse
But you've gotta choose
We're all just being used
Count the cannons, count the days
Let yourself just wash away
Another victor takes the stage
Share the carnage in their wake
Up see what's in front of you
Take your mark and take your aim
Give your freedom to the game
Count the killers, count the prey
This is how good children play
Keeping all your cameras on
The people love your bloody palms
The crowd will watch with their applause
And wish their color was
Red as death and blood and sin
Black as all your recompense
White as all your innocence
Gone
Another victor takes the stage
Share the carnage in their wake
Up see what's in front of you
Take your mark and take your aim
Give your freedom to the game
Count the killers, count the prey
This is how good children play
Credits
Writer(s): Kaya Hassell, Tessa Barcelo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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