Hold your hands into the sky 
Pray for mercy, instead of time 
Big cities' action of my big city girl 
Think she builds her own heaven 
Cause she finds it's a lonesome world 
Filled with dirty street cars and dirty signs 
I hope [bad word] a time when 
I get to see your dirty mind 

Hold your hands into the sky 
Pray for mercy, instead of time 
Low budget movies, change our low budget lives 
Theres something to corsets and horror that joins our lonesome minds 
And these bloody faces with their bloodly knives 
Say if we ever make it 
We'll be so bloody tired (of these times)

Hold your hands into the sky 
Pray for mercy, instead of time 
You are the massacre, the [bad word]  the tease 
And you're captivating , standing in front of me 

Is the reason, Im still wondering why everyone we loved has broke away 

Hold your hands into the sky 
Pray for mercy, instead of time 
You are the massacre, the [bad word]  the tease 
And you're captivating, standing in front of me 
Hold your hand into the sky 
Pray for mercy, instead of time 

So be my masscre, be my [bad word]  be my tease 
Cause you captivate me when you stand in front of me