Knives/Sorrow

We could be perfect one last night

And die like star crossed lovers when we fight

And we could settle this affair

If you would shed your yellow

Take my hand and then

We'll solve

The mystery of laceration gravity

This riddle

Of revenge

Please understand that it has to be this way

Stand!

Up fucking tall, don't let them see your back

And take!

My fucking hand

And never be afraid again

We've only got one chance to put things 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 for an apparition

Stand up fucking tall

Don't let them see your back

And take my fucking hand

And never...

Trust

You said

Who put the words in your head?

Oh how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying

Stand...

Take my fucking hand...

Take my fucking...

Stand up fucking tall, don't let them see your back

Take

My fucking hand

And never be afraid again

Just because my hand's around your th-throat!