Jet Follow

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
by artificial night
As we sleep to burn the red from our bloodless lives
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 than the last"

Jet black, the ink that spells your name
Jet black, the blood that's in your veins
Jet black, we say, "how long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"

There's music playing
though we dance to the beat of our own black hearts
Draw diagrams of suicide on each other's wrists
then trace them with razorblades

Fire to flames,
strike match

Burn the words from our lips
as the dagger screams,
"love is dead,"
and it's a newspaper tragedy

Have we lost what we love? (what we love)
Have we said everything? (said, everything)
Does it change anything? (change anything)
Stare at the clock,
avoid at all costs,
this emptiness

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 than the last"

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 that this year,
this year...

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
Jet black, we say, "how long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"

Jet black, the ink that spells your name
Jet black, the blood that's in your veins
Jet black, we say, "how long can we take this chance not to celebrate life?"