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I want to roll the numbers
I want to feel my stars align again
Even if the earth breaks like burnt skin
And the heavens just won't open up for me
Would you invite me in again?
Won't you pay for your arrogance?
Won't you show me your weakness?
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport i can't win
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport i can't win
So let's play
And somewhere
Somewhere the atoms stopped fusing
I'm still your favourite regret
You're still my weapon of choosing
And out there stuck in a quantum pattern
Tangled with what I never said
You say it doesn't matter
I want to be forgiven
I want to choke up chunks of my own sins
Even if the sky cracks in mourning
And the heavens just won't open up for me
Would you invite me in again?
Let me pay for my arrogance?
Won't you show me your weakness?
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport i can't win
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport i can't win
And somewhere
Somewhere the atoms stopped fusing
I'm still your favourite regret
You're still my weapon of choosing
And out there stuck in a quantum pattern
Tangled with what I never said
You say it doesn't matter
I want to feel my stars align again
Even if the earth breaks like burnt skin
And the heavens just won't open up for me
Would you invite me in again?
Won't you pay for your arrogance?
Won't you show me your weakness?
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport i can't win
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport i can't win
So let's play
And somewhere
Somewhere the atoms stopped fusing
I'm still your favourite regret
You're still my weapon of choosing
And out there stuck in a quantum pattern
Tangled with what I never said
You say it doesn't matter
I want to be forgiven
I want to choke up chunks of my own sins
Even if the sky cracks in mourning
And the heavens just won't open up for me
Would you invite me in again?
Let me pay for my arrogance?
Won't you show me your weakness?
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport i can't win
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport
I made loving you a blood sport i can't win
And somewhere
Somewhere the atoms stopped fusing
I'm still your favourite regret
You're still my weapon of choosing
And out there stuck in a quantum pattern
Tangled with what I never said
You say it doesn't matter
Lyrics submitted by EternalTearsOfSorrow
Blood Sport Lyrics as written by Vessel
Lyrics © Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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To me, the undertones of this song display a relationship lost with a higher power. Not to say it's Christian by any means but the lyrics definitely speak of something more than human. With mention of "Somewhere tha atoms start fusing..." and "Stuck in a quantum pattern." & "Even if the earth breaks like burnt skin." To me is symbolic to rapture. "And the heavens just wont open up for me." It's not his god. So why would he be allowed in. "Would you invite me in again?" He's asking if it all came to an end would he be accepted back. To me, it sounds like a man speaking to his higher power & not hearing anything in return - & in the end like giving up.
@EternalTearsOfSorrow <br /> <br /> Wow, you should probably not go to their next worship. <br /> <br /> Atoms stopped fusing is probably about his feelings and theirs for them. Quantum pattern is essentially their entaglement together. Heavens wont open up for me is the fact that "god" won't give them the relationship they want[gifted]. Invite me in again... let me into your heart. Pay for my arrogance [either when they met they made a tit of themself, or they comitted an unethical act] <br /> <br /> bloodsport seems to me to be like either gladiatorial sacrificial, or fox hunting where the hunt is pleasing but you know the other person sees you as a piece of poop. presumably the former.