Don't even take a breath There's music playing The air is cut with cyanide But we dance to the beat Have we lost what we love? In honor of the New Year Of our own black hearts Have we said everything? And draw diagrams Does it change anything? The press gives us cause to celebrate Of suicide on each other's wrists Stare at the clock The air raid sirens Then trace them with razorblades Avoid at all costs, Flood barbed wire skylines This emptiness. With artificial night, Fire to flames As we sleep to burn the red "Strike Match." Ten seconds left From our bloodless eyes. Until midnight Tonight we're all time bombs Burn these words from our lips Nine chances to drown ourselves On fault lines. As 'The Daggar' screams In black hair dye "Love is dead" Eight faces turned away Have we lost everything now? And it's a "newspaper tragedy," From the shock Walking like each other's ghosts Seven windows and six of them Around these silent streets Were locked (the sedatives tell you everything Five stories falling Is alright) Forever and ever Three cheers to the mirror Like calendars dying Now there are two of us At New Year's Eve parties Can we have one last dance? As we kiss hard on the lips And swear this year Jet Black, the ink that spells your name Will be better then the last Jet Black, The blood that's in your veins Jet Black, the ink that spells your name We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?" Jet Black, The blood that's in your veins We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?" Jet Black New Year - by Thursday https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqcZSQ1WtDY ―――──────―――ｙ――――──────―――――――────────────―――――────────────――― ,r^} ,ｲ / :j _{j_,..． ..,_{ .ﾉ _,.．'^´ ｀¨丶､.〈 く ス ｀ﾈ. ┃ ┃ ィ'’ 1 .ノ 〈〉 Ｌ_ 人 'ー--‐――‐-- ー'ﾞ´'''''
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