Dancing around, into the isle and into the yard. Yes, we are practicing
For war. Beg for your face. Beg for your fingertips. The request; the response.
The emeralds of all we claim cost nothing unless we walk off stage and then
Bury it for all to see. Precious diamonds.
Writer(s): Joshua Scogin, Joshua Beiser, Jeffrey Carter, Jorge Medina, Jonathan Harbin
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