Can we,
can we kill each other quickly,
quick enough so i won't feel it?
a shot of stobe light anesthesia and i'll be fine
'cause i'm starting to feel cold.
my hands are shaking from fear,
white from clutching my pride, red from cutting you
and blue from telling lies.
'cause i'm sick of the stabbing, i'm sick of the breaking
i'm sick of the bleeding untill we fall down.
sick of this circle of death that we dance through again
and again, just lay me in the ground
let's fall asleep together, hold me darling 'cause i'm scared,
and i can't do this alone.
but i need your heartbeat to haunt me, your cold lips to breathe,
a promise that tomorrow we'll wake up somewhere new.