Our Lady of 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, it has to be this way Stand up f**king tall, don't let them see your back Take my f**king hand and never be afraid again We've only got once chance to put this at an end And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights You said, "We're not celebrities We strike and fade, they die by threes" I'll make you understand And you can trade me for an apparition Stand up f**king tall, don't let them see your back Take my f**king hand "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, don't let them see your back Take my f**king hand, and never be afraid again [Incomprehensible]