Letra da Música Jet Black New Year de Thursday

dont even take a breath the air is cut with cyanide
in honor of the new year

the press gives us cause to celebrate
these air raid sirens, barbed wire skylinds by artificial night,
as we sleep to burn the red from our bloodless lives.
tonight were all time bombs on fault lines

have we lost everything now?
we're walking like each others ghosts
around these silent streets
(the sedatives tells you everything is all right)
like calendars dying at new years eve parties
as we kiss hard on the lips
and swear this year will be better than the last

jet black-the ink that spells your name.
jet black- the blood thats in your veins.
jet blcak-we say how long can we take this chance not to celebrate?

theres music playing but we dance to the beat of our own black hearts
and draw diagrams of suicide on each others 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 its 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 ourselfs in black hair dye
eight faces turned away from the shock
seven windows and
six of them were locked
five stories falling
four ever and ever
three cheers for the mirror now of the
two of us can we have
one last dance
how long can we take this chance not to celebrate life?