Our Lady of Sorrows

We could be perfect one last night

And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight

And we can 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 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 this 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

And take my fucking hand

And never be afraid again

Just because my hands around your throat!