imagine dragons

When the curtain’s callIs the last of all. When the lights fade out. All the sinners crawl. So they dug your grave. And the masquerade. Will come calling out. At the mess you made. Don’t want to let you down. But I am hell bound. Though this is all for you. Don’t want to hide the truth. No matter what we breed. We still are made of greed. This is my kingdom come.
 
They say it's what you make. I say it's up to fate. When you feel my heat. Look into my eyes. It’s where my demons hide.

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