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 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

And take my fucking hand and never be afraid again

Just because my hand's around your throat