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

With 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 then the last

Jet Black, the ink that spells your name

Jet Black, The blood that's in your veins

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 Daggar' 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.



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

We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"