Jet Black New Year

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

Bomb wired skylines

My 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 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

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 dagger screams "Love is dead"

And it's a newspaper tragedy

(Have, lost, what we love)

Have we lost, have we lost what we love

(Said, said everything)

Have we said have we said everything

(Now, does, anything)

Does it change does it 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, 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?"