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Don't even take a breath
The air is cut with cyanide
In honor of the new year
The press gives us causes to celebrate:
The air raid sirens
Flood barbed wire skylines
By artificial night,
As we sleep to burn the red
From our bloodless lives.
Tonight we're all time bombs
on fault lines.
Have we lost everything now?
We're walking
like each other's ghosts
Around these silent streets
{the sedative tell you everything
is alright)
LIke calendars dying
at new years eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
and swear this year
will be better than the last
Jet black- the ink that spells your name
Jet black- the blood thats in your veins
Jet black- we say, "how long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
There's music playing
But we dance to the beat
Of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams
Of suicide on each other's wrists
Then trace them with razorblades
Fire to flames
"strike match"
Burn these words from our lips
As 'the daggar' screams
"Love is dead"
and its a "newspaper tragedy"
Have we lost what we love?
have we said everything?
Does it change anything?
stare at the clock
avoid at all costs,
this emptiness
Have we lost everything now?
we're walking
like each others ghosts
around these silent streets
(the sedative tell you everything is alright)
Like calendars dying
at new years eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
and swear this year
will be better than the last
Have we lost everything now?
we're walking like each others ghosts
around these silent streets
(the sedative tell you everything
is alright)
Like calendar's dying
at new years eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
and swear this year
this year.
The air is cut with cyanide
In honor of the new year
The press gives us causes to celebrate:
The air raid sirens
Flood barbed wire skylines
By artificial night,
As we sleep to burn the red
From our bloodless lives.
Tonight we're all time bombs
on fault lines.
Have we lost everything now?
We're walking
like each other's ghosts
Around these silent streets
{the sedative tell you everything
is alright)
LIke calendars dying
at new years eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
and swear this year
will be better than the last
Jet black- the ink that spells your name
Jet black- the blood thats in your veins
Jet black- we say, "how long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
There's music playing
But we dance to the beat
Of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams
Of suicide on each other's wrists
Then trace them with razorblades
Fire to flames
"strike match"
Burn these words from our lips
As 'the daggar' screams
"Love is dead"
and its a "newspaper tragedy"
Have we lost what we love?
have we said everything?
Does it change anything?
stare at the clock
avoid at all costs,
this emptiness
Have we lost everything now?
we're walking
like each others ghosts
around these silent streets
(the sedative tell you everything is alright)
Like calendars dying
at new years eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
and swear this year
will be better than the last
Have we lost everything now?
we're walking like each others ghosts
around these silent streets
(the sedative tell you everything
is alright)
Like calendar's dying
at new years eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
and swear this year
this year.