There's twenty five million people in the city tonight
They each breathe fire, like flames they ignite
They're a city of saints, they're monsters, they're warriors born to fight
Although diverse, their hearts beat in time to the city of lights

call me?
when...
when my blood turns
into alcohol

baby your drunk
and darling your beautiful.

My life was meant
to end.
With you and i
Not you and her.

Death beckoned her
she gave in.
she cried for help
you walked away.

she was in pain
you didnt care.
Death wanted her
she knew her fate.

Death took her away
you decided you cared.

you know the things
you say,
like your beautiful
worth it
amazing.
yeh them things,
you realize ill never
believe them.

Lies are the scars
you produce on your
skin.