So what, if I showed you my voice?
Is anybody listening?
As we crash this car in slow motion
We go unnoticed into the night
Like pictures framed in focus
Just imitate real life
So I dread this moment
Vision is going white
Now, time, times up, your time is up, over
Nowhere to run
I have to show you my knife
Glisten in the moonlight
Just like your Angel face
And in perfect timing
The show began
Your crimson technicolor
Exposed and coats my hands
Now I know you better
Than all your friends do
In most irregular way
Well I suppose they’ll to have to settle
For being second best to me
I walk this cold corridor
With your hair in my hand
Carefully avoiding openings and windows
We’re all alone
Will you accept this love I gift to you due in part to the blade?
They may not understand but i know what I’m doing
I hope that I know what I’m doing
bond me to your ghost forever
the silence here is deafening
Does anybody hear it?
Now I just live my life in slow motion
It’s almost done
Can anybody hear me?
My time is up
Our time is up
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