The God Machine

Secrets Of The American Gods

Ghostlights

[Intro]
The real game's not a game

[Verse 1]
Eight-bit games
Put a cap in your ass
Halo
Call of Duty
These controllers won't last
Big game hunting
I feel like Chris Pratt
Take another step and you ain't comin' back
I'll steal your bag like it's Apex
I'm gettin' better
Just wait for my best
Fortnite battles
Bring your vest
I'm winnin' again
Look
I'm just not impressed

[Chorus]
Oh
A-A-Apex
Oh
The real game's not a game

[Verse 2]
Your gaming chairs are all shit
Your stream setups are all shit
This beat
It sounds like eight bits
Go on Twitch and clip this
I took an arrow to the knee
I think I broke another key
Another world and a new spree
I've had enough
I'm gonna leave

[Chorus]
Rage quit
The real game's not a game

[Bridge]
The real game's not a game
The real game's not a game
The real game's not a game
The real game's not a game

Rage Quit

Lyrics 

I’m not going in. Not tonight.
The rust on the gate says my name back.


Rusted arch, names in stone,
wind plays organ through the bones.
Damp earth holding in its breath,
footsteps echo—edge of death.
Windows blind, no housey grin,
walls say prayers with nothing in.


Cold air in my lungs, pulse off-beat,
a thousand eyes in the dark I can’t see.


I’m afraid of graveyards, afraid of empty homes,
where monsters stay quiet but shadows roam.
Keep me from the gate when the bell tones roll—
I turn around before midnight folds.


Floorboards sing under iron nails,
curtains whisper, turn and bail.
Keyhole staring, stairs want truth,
roof drips questions I won’t prove.


A kiss of fog across old ground—
everything still somehow loud.


(as above, bigger)


Clockstrike / heartbeat—count with me.
Three—two—one: RUN. Let the house just be.


NOT THAT WAY! NOT THAT WAY!
STAY INSIDE THE LINE OF LIGHT!


I’m afraid of graveyards, afraid of empty homes,
but I hold together while shadows roam.
Shut that gate and let night go—
I breathe until the morning shows.


Run from the Crushing Tide

Ensiferum

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