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
that it has to be this way and
Stand
Up fucking
tall
Don't let them see
your back and
Take
My f*cking
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 apparation
Stand
Up f*cking
tall
Don't let them see
your back and
Take
My f*cking
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
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