Play God

 

 
You were cracking all your fingers
With your eyes fixed to the floor
Sound did echo down the street
By the morn you meant your heat
Pilot screaming through a megaphone
"Get your hands off the Middle East"
Every word would hurt the Senegal
Every word would cut your teeth

It's all the same down in the capital
All the suits in cladded feet
Sewer rats will shower the underground
In a race to make ends meet

And he will play God
And he will play God

Am I mistaken?
We're already braking
On our way from the long time
Baby play God

And he will play God

No matter who you are or where you been
He is watching from the screen
Keeps a keen eye on the in-between
From the people to the Queen

And he will play God
He will play God

Sam Fender - Play God

Too hard to understand. Too elusive to explain. Too beautiful to just pass it by. Too deep to not let it captivate your soul.