The Tease

Hold your hands into the sky

Pray for mercy, instead of time

Big city lights shine on my big city girl

I think she builds her own heaven

Cause she finds this a lonesome world

Filled with dirty street cars

and dirty signs

I hope there comes a time when

I get to see your dirty mind

Hold your hands into the sky

Pray for mercy, instead of time

Low budget movies,

change our low budget lives

Theres something to corsets and horror

that joins our lonesome minds

And these bloody faces

with their bloodly knives

Say if we ever make it

We'll be so bloody tired

(Of these times)

Hold your hands into the sky

Pray for mercy, instead of time

You are the massacre,

the massacist, the tease

And you're captivating,

standing in front of me

Is the reason,

Im still wondering

why everyone we loved has broke away

Hold your hands into the sky

Pray for mercy, instead of time

You are the massacre,

the massacist,

the tease

And you're captivating,

standing in front of me

Hold your hand into the sky

Pray for mercy, instead of time

So be my masscre, be my massacist, be my tease

Cause you captivate me when you stand in front of me