We Wrote Our Words Out like a Death Sentence
The light in your eyes
brings mine to rain again.
The halo of yours they stole,
sold for sick prices, pennies for pleasure
Let's leave here, you and I,
we'll go somewhere far,
away from the world which wishes to tear us apart.
Maybe for one night we can be together,
one final night, we can ecape,
and drive a stake into and through the world's black heart.
They want us to bleed. They're after our blood.
Never gave us a chance, or our love.
The devil can make room in Hell, and then
I'll give up live itself
to hold you again.
They'll find us.
Motionless under some pale sky.
As just memories.
They have our blood.
But they'll never kill our love.
Current Mood:
depressedCurrent Music: "early sunsets over monroeville" - my chemical romance