Knives/Sorrow (Demo)

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 freaking tall, don't let them see your back
And take!
My freaking 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 freaking tall
Don't let them see your back
And take my freaking 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 freaking hand...
Take my freaking...

Stand up freaking tall, don't let them see your back
Take
My freaking hand
And never be afraid again

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