Herex - Biffy Clyro

We are all contestants in your silly little game

Your love’s only expression is your personal gain

You think that you’re delicious in anything you do

With silence as my witness, your cacophony’s the truth

So I’ll ask, don’t lose what’s already lost

I’m begging you, don’t lose what’s already lost

Because how can you think that you’ve figured this out?

You haven’t got the range

How do you think that the man gets made?

It isn’t magically

You never sought salvation, a life was being played

But still you’re getting married, you’re gonna get paid

Hard not to be suspicious of everything you do

His absence is a sickness, his presence goes too smooth

So I’ll ask, please don’t walk out that door

I’m begging you, don’t dare walk through that door

Because how can you think that you’ve figured this out?

You haven’t got the range

How do you think that the man gets made?

It isn’t magically

Why do you think that the world owes you?

(I want you)

You and no-one else?

(I need you)

Wet bed, drip-fed, there’s no hope

(I bleed you)

No, we never stood a chance

(I love you)

Real love is much better than this

Real love is much better

Is it real love?

Is it real love?

Real love is much better than this

Real love is much better

Is it real love?

Is it real love?

How can you think that you’ve figured this out?

You haven’t got the range

How do you think that the man gets made?

It isn’t magically

Why do you think that the world owes you?

(I want you)

You and no-one else?

(I need you)

Wet bed, drip-fed, there’s no hope

(I bleed you)

No, we never stood a chance

(I love you)