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