Jet Black New Year Thursday (Ft. Gerard Way)

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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:
These air raid sirens
Flood barbed-wired skylines
By artificial 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?"

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