Our Lady of sorrows
We could be perfect one last nightAnd die like star-crossed lovers when we fightAnd we can settle this affairIf you would shed your yellow take my handAnd then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravityThis riddle of revenge please understand it has to be this way
Stand up fucking tallDon't let them see your backAnd take my fucking handAnd never be afraid again
We've only got one chance to put this at an endand cross the patron saint of switchblade fightsYou said we're not celebrities, we spark and fade, they die by threesI'll make you understand and you can trade me for an apparition
Stand up fucking tallDon't let them see your backAnd take my fucking handAnd never
Trust, you saidWho put the words in your headOh how wrong we were to thinkThat immortality meant never dying
StandTake my fucking handTake my fucking...
Stand up fucking tallDon't let them see your backAnd take my fucking handAnd never be afraid again
Just because my hands around your throat!