Knives / Sorrow - Demo

We could be perfect one last night
 And die like star crossed lovers when we fight
 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, just 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 throat