I'm coming out of my cage, and I'm doing just fine
Oh, Jesus Christ
That Brandon Flowers guy was only 22 when he wrote Mr. Brightside
Shit, what have I done with my life?
I could be the one you need
I'd be perfect
I can be the one to tell you why
I do the things I do
If I tried I could shine like you
I'm letting him die
And it's about time
He's never satisfied
It won't be easy
And I'm terrified
But with a little help I can take back my life
Let's have a moment of silence for your friend and mine
Hands on the earth, we let fly our ire
Our wrath nor focus ever tired
We're the children of tempered fire
Under the sky, the sun burns him alive
Under the sky, the sun burns him alive
Under the sky, the sun burns him alive
Under the sky, the sun burns him alive
In case it ever comes up, let me clarify
I don't wanna die, that shit terrifies me
When I push you away, don't let me push you away
When I push you away, don't let me push you away
Memento; death of ego
Memento; death of ego
Memento; death of ego
Memento; death of ego