The scars cause a remaining hype Of tired habits overnight The towers crash to show that although tall, They can fall down I feel I am drifting to the
Closing doors seal a crowded room as the martyr takes his stand, 'Kill the king' we scream out tonight as we're forcing his deadly hand, scream, we'
If I play, I wont give up until you hear my every line emotion, I wont look up as I sing to you would you, listen to my words could you, hear my shaken
