Blood Sport - from the room below

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 favorite 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 the morning
And the heavens just won’t open up for me

Would you invite me 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 favorite regret
And 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