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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
We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
There's music playing
But 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 Daggar' 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
We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
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
We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
There's music playing
But 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 Daggar' 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
We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
Lyrics submitted by BrandNew1208
Track duration: 04:49
"Jet Black New Year [#]" as written by Geoffrey/rule Rickly
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
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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?
most of it is obvious, but the end of it took a while to make sense to me. he's saying three cheers to the mirror because he's locked in the bathroom. now there are two of us means himself and the person in the mirror, whom it sounds like he was seeing as the little boy. can we have one last dance? he's saying one last dance before the boy dies.this song is tragically beautiful. i'm not gonna lie. i cried a little bit when i read the story and i cry a lot of the times i listen to the song.
'love is dead,'
and it's a newspaper tragedy"
THANK YOU, INK & DAGGER.
Best fucking song ever =)
rather emo, but hey, aren't we all ;)