This song has gotten me through the past week and a half. Thank you so much for making music, Memphis May Fire.
Please, won’t you push me for the last time. Let’s scream until there’s nothing left. So sick of playing, I don’t want this anymore. The thought of you’s no fucking fun. You want a martyr, I’ll be one. Because enough’s enough, we’re done.
You told me think about it, well I did. Now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore.
Imagine living like a king someday. A single night without a ghost in the walls. We are the shadows screaming take us now