This song has gotten me through the past week and a half. Thank you so much for making music, Memphis May Fire.
You told me to think about it - well I did. Now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore. I’m tired of begging for the things that I want. I’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor. Imagine living like a King someday, a single night without a ghost in the walls. We are the shadows screaming take us now. We’d rather die than live to rust on the ground.
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
