Play God - R.P.M.

Design the kind of girl you want
To be more like who you’re not
And less like you than you thought
It would ever be

Manipulate yourself from the inside out
Create a better version of you

CHORUS:

So if it’s your turn to PLAY GOD
It’s my turn to play dead
So why does it feel odd
That you said you’re my savior
But you’d rather save yourself instead

Pretend in the end you’d be content
With one flaw or with one dent
Or just choose to re-invent
Yourself perfectly

You’ll procreate yourself and turn me out
Unless I can be someone like you

CHORUS 

Control my soul
Model my whole
Life after you
Is there life after you?

CHORUS x 2