I guess that I knew I was warned
I left my words in the cold
The things that I built for myself
Castles are tumbling down
Surrender the heir, savour the crown
The first time that I sought for grace
But not the last lung I'd put to waste
I'm burning down the stakes
I'm burning down the stakes
Tumbling through this jaded book
The hearts I stole, the air I took
And now the photograph is all that's left
To feed the wolves and empty chests
The first time that I sought for grace
But not the last lung I'd put to waste
I'm burning down the stakes
I'm burning down the stakes
I'm burning down the stakes
I'm burning down the stakes
I never bled for a thousand lies
I never wept over a thousand lives
I never bled for a thousand lies
I never wept over a thousand lives
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