Paroles: Emmure. I Should Have Called Ms. Cleo.

GO!
Why did september take them away from me?
So hear me now, my silver goddess.
For I am your knight of swords.
Such cold hands, I must have to make skin feel so far away.
So teach me how to say our last goodbyes.
TEACH ME HOW TO DIE.
I bet you'll love me more when I am gone.
And there must be another way out.

FEAR NOT, MY BRETHEREN..
..THERE WILL BE SALVATION!
Won't you go for a ride?
Let's drink a cerveza and shed our wings.
LET'S SHED OUR WINGS!

So hear me now my silver goddess.
I swear one day, you'll be ok, my darling.
Such cold hands, I must have to make skin feel so far away.
So teach me how to say our last goodbyes.
TEACH ME HOW TO DIE.
I bet you'll love me more when I am gone.
And there must be another way out.
Won't you teach me how to die?

Won't you go for a ride?
Let's drink a cerveza and shed our wings.
IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL LOVE?
IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL LOVE?