Text: My Chemical Romance. Our Lady F Sorrows.

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 it has to be this way and
Stand
Up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back and
Take
My fucking 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 apparition

Stand
Up fucking tall
Don't let them see your back and
Take
My fucking hand
And never
Trust
You said, who put the words in your head
Oh, how wrong we were to think
That immortality meant never dying
Stand
Take My Fucking Hand
Take my fucking
Stand
Up fucking tall
Dont let them see your back
And take
My fucking hand and never be afraid again
JUST BECAUSE MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT!