games

we bury ourselves in our bottles, bury ourselves in our bibles, and you come around, saying how rome is burning, why do you come around?, it's all just a game, til he walks through the door, holding death in his hand, then he lets it unfold, yesterday it happened again, or was it the day before?, i can't be sure. no, cause i can't, keep up with this shit anymore, cause we bury ourselves in our bottles, bury ourselves in our bibles, then you come around, saying my house is burning, why do you come around?, when it's all just a game, save for your license to kill, said, it's all just a game, and i'll be your favorite thrill, yeah, but i played myself, too many times this year, yes, i played myself, too many times this year, say now, cause we bury ourselves in our bottles, bury ourselves in our bibles, then you come around, setting my house on fire, why do you come around?, hey