Bring More Knives Lyrics

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****** tall,
Don't let them see your back and
Take
My f****** 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****** tall,
Don't let them see your back and
Take my f****** hand,
And never

Trust.
You said, who put the words in your head?
Oh how wrong we were to thinking
That immortality meant never dying.
Stand...
Take my f****** hand...
Take my f******...

Stand up f****** tall
Don't let them see your back
Take my f****** hand
and never be afraid again

(Screams)
Just because my hand's around your throat!