Slow this down, frame by frame
Show me what’s wrong with it
Show me pain, show me there’s a victim
Chocked on guilt, I can see
Another teen tragedy, it ties me down
Binds my hands together
Every head turns on masse
Screaming out “scandalous” 
She’s so young, he’s so very awkward

You want this
You’ve got it

We’ll take off with the foreign dreams
St Petersburg is calling me
We’ll live like fugitives and martyrs
I’ll consult with the greats 
Spit or swallow my mistakes
Everyone has to learn the hard way
Now as we take our last breath
There’s no burden, no regret
We can say, we are free to die now

You want this
You’ve got it.