Our Lady F Sorrows

We could be perfect one last night And die like star crossed lovers when we fight And we can 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 and Stand Up f**king tall Don't let them see your back and Take My f**king 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 apparation Stand Up f**king tall Don't let them see your back and Take My f**king 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 f**king Hand Take my f**king Stand Up f**king tall Dont let them see your back And take My f**king hand and never be afraid again DONT YOU FEEL MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT