Jet Black New Year
Året är på väg att ta slut och det är lite trist. Gillar inte nyår riktigt, vet inte varför. Har haft många dåliga nyårsaftnar (och afton i plural tar priset för fulaste böjning). Blir med roliga människor iaf, annars hade jag stannat hemma och lyssnat på icke-positiva nyårslåtar, typ denna.
Don't even take a breath, the air is cut with cyanide in honor of the New Year
The press gives us cause to celebrate
The air raid sirens, flood barbed wire skylines with artificial night
As we sleep to burn the red from our bloodless eyes.
Tonight we're all time bombs on fault lines
Have we lost everything now?
Walking like each other's ghosts around these silent streets
The sedatives tell you everything is alright
Like calendars dying at New Year's Eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips and swear this year will be better then the last
Jet Black, the ink that spells your name
Jet Black, the blood that's in your veins
Jet Black, we say "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
There's music playing though we dance to the beat of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams of suicide on each other's wrists
Then trace them with razorblades
Fire to flames, Strike Match.
Burn these words from our lips
As 'The Dagger' screams "Love is dead" and it's a "newspaper tragedy,"
Have we lost what we love? Have we said everything?
Does it change anything?
Stare at the clock, avoid at all costs, this emptiness.
Ten seconds left until midnight, nine chances to drown ourselves in black hair dye
Eight faces turned away from the shock
Seven windows and six of them were locked
Five stories falling, forever and ever
Three cheers to the mirror
Now there are two of us, can we have one last dance?
Jet Black, the ink that spells your name
Jet Black, the blood that's in your veins
Jet Black, we say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
Don't even take a breath, the air is cut with cyanide in honor of the New Year
The press gives us cause to celebrate
The air raid sirens, flood barbed wire skylines with artificial night
As we sleep to burn the red from our bloodless eyes.
Tonight we're all time bombs on fault lines
Have we lost everything now?
Walking like each other's ghosts around these silent streets
The sedatives tell you everything is alright
Like calendars dying at New Year's Eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips and swear this year will be better then the last
Jet Black, the ink that spells your name
Jet Black, the blood that's in your veins
Jet Black, we say "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
There's music playing though we dance to the beat of our own black hearts
And draw diagrams of suicide on each other's wrists
Then trace them with razorblades
Fire to flames, Strike Match.
Burn these words from our lips
As 'The Dagger' screams "Love is dead" and it's a "newspaper tragedy,"
Have we lost what we love? Have we said everything?
Does it change anything?
Stare at the clock, avoid at all costs, this emptiness.
Ten seconds left until midnight, nine chances to drown ourselves in black hair dye
Eight faces turned away from the shock
Seven windows and six of them were locked
Five stories falling, forever and ever
Three cheers to the mirror
Now there are two of us, can we have one last dance?
Jet Black, the ink that spells your name
Jet Black, the blood that's in your veins
Jet Black, we say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
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