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
Well solve
The mystery of laceration gravity
This riddle
Of revenge
Please understand that it has to be this way
Stand!
Up ******* tall, dont let them see your back
And take!
My ******* hand
And never be afraid again
Weve only got one chance to put things at an end
And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights
You said, were not celebrities
We spark and fade, they die by threes
Ill make you understand
And you can trade me for an apparition
Stand up * ****** tall
Dont let them see your back
And take my ******* hand
And never...
Trust
You said
Who put the words in your head?
Just how wrong we were to think
that immortality meant never dying
Stand...
Take my ******* hand...
Take my ******* stand up ******* tall,
dont let them see your back
Take
My ******* hand
And never be afraid again
Just because my hands around your throat!