This is gonna be everything if I deserve the gift to combine words with some kind of hope.
Bringing it all together in the name of l.o.v.e., or how romanticism would spell some precious beauty in the presence of my merciless mind.
If this will be everything, I must have had the strength to birth a monster of truth,
the urgency to command an army of lost souls,
the belief to oversee a river of waving thoughts.
I'm standing naked in the darkness and if it all comes down to this, I'm gonna lead the first row of the weakest links for the might of lionhearts.
When the sun has risen against the will of sleeplessness to rearrange our days, you'll remember my face.
And we will stand in the brightest lights, waiting for
perfection, as this ink runs dry and we will know that this is everything.