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
 Flood barbed-wired skylines
 By artifical 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?"
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 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 the words from our lips
 As the dagger 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
 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
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 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 are 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?"