There’s Nothing More Romantic Than Watching The World Die

As we parade the night
We can hear the sound of gun shots
The skyline turns red
The sun burns too bright
The pavement cracks become
Apparent, see no light
Injection of a cursed
Fiction and buried we cry

Pick up the pieces
Of a human jigsaw
Pick up the teeth that once
Exhaled these subtle lies
Pick up yourself and repent
Pick up yourself and repent

As we parade the night
We can hear the sound of gun shots
The skyline turns red
The sun burns too bright
The pavement cracks become
Apparent, see no light
Injection of a cursed
Fiction and buried we cry

Pick up the pieces
Of a human jigsaw
Pick up the teeth that once
Exhaled these subtle lies
Pick up yourself and repent
Pick up yourself and repent
Pick up yourself and repent
Pick up yourself and repent
Pick up yourself and repent
Pick up yourself
Pick up yourself
Pick up yourself
Pick up yourself
Pick up yourself