Driving wooden stakes through black hearts
The clock strikes midnight
The dye has been cast
And the sun sets once again
Broken records spin love songs till dawn
Press repeat on "Black Celebration"
It's the same old song and dance
The needle scratches and the record skips
Everything matters more to me
I find the beauty in everything
And I'm trying hard to let go
Our scars are here to remind us that our past was real
Everything is quickly fading
And I don't want to sit here waiting
For life to pa** me by
I want to be acquainted with the night
And find the solemn places where I can hide
Screaming to myself so loud
The white blisters in my throat, they hold me back
Can you hear me screaming?
Turning whispers into shouts
And I write these songs hoping
My words will help me through the night;
Pens are daggers and daggers swords
I'm using ink as blood and I'm not the only one
And the record skips, and the records skips
Standing here with this dagger in my hand
The broken record skips and it tells me love is dead
The sun has turned it's back on me once again
Broken mirrors shed no reflections
Just imperfections
These broken shards cut me up
No one can see me;
I find the beauty in everything
And I want you to know that I hate growing up
And watching people come and go
I'm counting angels as they fall