Ethan Durelle Benioff
Assume these walls are made of money
You can buy your way out of ecstasy
When they map the places you felt the rush
These are the shapes you learn to fear
Assume these days were sent from heaven
Could you trade them in for some peace of mind
When she comes for hope when she comes for joy
Will you give her stones will you give her snakes
I should have stayed in tonight
You're much too quick for me
