The Tease

Hold your hands into the sky
 Pray for mercy, instead of time
 Big cities' action of my big city girl
 Think she builds her own heaven
 Cause she finds it's a lonesome world
 Filled with dirty street cars and dirty signs
 I hope there comes a time when
 I get to see your dirty mind
 Hold your hands into the sky
 Pray for mercy, instead of time
 Low budget movies, change our low budget lives
 There's something to corsets and horror
 That joins our lonesome minds
 And these bloody faces with their bloody knives
 Say if we ever make it
 We'll be so bloody tired
 Hold your hands into the sky
 Pray for mercy, instead of time
 You are the massacre, the masochist, the tease
 And you're captivating, standing in front of me
 Is the reason I'm still wondering, why everyone we loved has broke away?
 Hold your hands into the sky
 Pray for mercy, instead of time
 You are the massacre, the masochist, the tease
 And you're captivating, standing in front of me
 Hold your hand into the sky
 Pray for my sin, instead of time
 So be my massacre, be my masochist, be my tease
 Cause you captivate me when you stand in front of me