Nah the [bad word] out
Mark red lines across the pavement
whilst the snow falls down
stained crimson on the ground
Don t call the Police
I m begging you please
Because Ya know
It s dark
in this cave
The spotlight
can t find the stage
It s dark
in this cave
but it feels like home so I think I m gonna stay
Here
where the looks fall cold
you know this knife shines bold
and then I [bad word] I wish I could just fall off
But now it s getting kinda hard
I think ill be leaving in a funeral cart
(don t call the police
I m begging you please)
Who d of thought the lies they told you
would awake my restless brother
Who d of thought the lies they told you
would awake my sisters lover
Nah don t call the police
I m begging ya please
ya please
ya please!