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

Theres 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 (of these times)



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 mercy, instead of time



So be my massacre, be my masochist, be my tease

Cause you captivate me when you stand in front of me