Jet Black New Year

Thursday

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    Don't even take a breath
    The air is cut with cyanide
    In honor of the New Year

    The press gives us cause to celebrate
    The air raid sirens
    Flood barbed wire skylines
    With artificial night,
    As we sleep to burn the red
    From our bloodless eyes.
    Tonight we're all time bombs on fault lines

    Have we lost everything now?
    Walking like each other's ghosts
    Around these silent streets
    The sedatives tell you everything is alright

    Like calendars dying
    At New Year's Eve parties
    As we kiss hard on the lips
    And swear this year
    Will be better then the last
    Jet Black - the ink that spells your name
    Jet Black - The blood that's in your veins
    Jet Black
    We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"

    There's music playing
    Though we dance to the beat
    Of our own black hearts
    And draw diagrams
    Of suicide on each other's wrists
    Then trace them with razorblades

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    Fire to flames
    "Strike Match."

    Burn these words from our lips
    As 'The Dagger' screams
    "Love is dead"
    and it's a "newspaper tragedy,"

    Have we lost what we love?
    Have we said everything?
    Does it change anything?
    Stare at the clock
    Avoid at all costs,
    This emptiness.

    Have we lost everything now?
    Walking like each other's ghosts
    Around these silent streets
    the sedatives tell you everything is alright

    Like calendars dying
    at New Year's Eve parties
    As we kiss hard on the lips
    and swear this year
    will be better then the last

    Have we lost everything now?
    Walking like each other's ghosts
    Around these silent streets
    The sedatives tell you everything is alright

    Like calendars dying
    at New Year's Eve parties
    So we kiss hard on the lips
    and we swear that this yearò€² this year

    Ten seconds left until midnight
    nine chances to drown ourselves in black hair dye
    eight faces turned away from the shock
    seven windows and
    six of them were locked
    five stories falling
    forever and ever
    three cheers to the mirror
    now there are two of us
    can we have one last dance?

    Jet Black - the ink that spells your name
    Jet Black - The blood that's in your veins
    Jet Black
    We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?" [x2]

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