I want it all, the midnight calls, the fire before the fall
I want the rush, the quiet crush, the silver in the dust
I want the sky to split with light and burn my name across the night
I want the hurt, the healing too, the breaking just to feel the glue
I want the throne, the walk alone, the echo when the crowd is gone
I want it all, the rise, the crawl, the kingdom and the wall
I want it all, or none at all—just give me everything I saw