Just take a look around, look what you're leaving behind Get rid of the glare fused with lightning strikes, it burns me alive Fold your arms, like sedatives and bleed it out Not with your suicide, but with a dream We'll all sing We'll all hail the end
High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade, just remember That broken chairs aren't vessels for escape They're just reminders of what we waste
And all this talk of dying... take a look around We all feel, like dying, sometimes But the, courage to go on, to keep living Is the more admirable choice
High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade, just remember That broken chairs aren't vessels for escape They're just reminders of what we waste All all is talk of dying, is... just getting old
Straight up
We are here To give you, the chance To turn your, broken hearts Into smiles again
Compositores: Christopher Timothy Burt, Joel Fletcher C Birch, Troy Jon-colin Brady, Ahren Charles Stringer, Trad M Nathan, Troels Thomasen ECAD: Obra #20769218