We could be perfect last night And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight And we can settle this affair If you would shed your yellow take hand And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity This riddle of revenge please understand it has be this way
Stand up fucking tall Don't let them see your back And my fucking hand And never be afraid again
We've only got one chance to put at an end and cross the patron saint of switchblade fights You said we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die by threes I'll make you understand and you can trade me an apparition
Stand up fucking tall let them see your back And take my fucking hand And never
Trust, you said Who put the words in your head Oh wrong we were to think That immortality meant dying
Stand Take my fucking hand Take my fucking...
Stand up fucking tall Don't let them see your back And take my fucking hand And never afraid again