When the curtain's call
Is 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've made.
--
They say it's what you make, I say it's up to fate.
It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go.
Your eyes, they shine so bright, I wanna save that light.
I can't escape this now, unless you show me how.
// Imagine Dragons - "Demons"
