Thursday - Jet Black New Year Lyrics
Jet Black New YearDon't even take a breath.The air is cut with cyanide.In honor of the new year.The press gives us cause to celebrate:These air raid sirens,Flood barbed-wired skylines,By artifical night.As we sleep to burn the redFrom our bloodless livesTonight we're all time bombson fault lines.Have we lost everything now?We're walking like each others ghostsAround these silent streets ( the seditatives tell you everything is alright)Like calendars dying at new year's eve partiesAs we kiss hard on the lipsAnd 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 beatOf our own black heartsAnd draw diagramsOf suicide on each others wristsThen trace them with razorblades.Fire to flames"strike match."Burn these words from our lipsAs 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 everything?Stare at the clock,Avoid at all costs,This emptiness.Ten seconds leftuntil midnightnine chances to drown ourselvesin black hair dyeeight faces turned awayfrom the shockseven windows and six of them locked.five stories fallingFor ever and everthree cheers to the mirrornow there are two of us.Can we have one last dance?How can we take this chance not to celebrate life?
