Trapped in
archaic decades
Feeling the
sharps switch blade
With the
sound of blackened hearts
On your
window panes
If looks could
kill, it'll be yours that will
If looks could kill, it'll be yours
that will
And you'd drill
yourself for all the answers
But
nobody asked for all the
answers

Throw down your books
and pens
For the words you
proclaim
You fight in the Fifth
Crusade
Only to bask in the
shame
The sparks are so
mislaid
Fueling the hand-made grenades
With the sound of
blackened hearts
On your window panes

If the beast stood still,
it'd be through God's will
If the
beast stood still, it'd be through
God's will
And you'd kill
yourself for all the answers
But
nobody asked for all the answers

It's alright, it's
alright, it's alright
It's
alright to give up the
fight

Give up the fight
tonight
We're gonna be
alright

If looks could kill,
it'll be yours that will
If the
beast stood still, it'd be through
God's will
If looks could kill,
it'll be yours that will
If the
beast stood still, it'd be through
God's will

So give up the fight
tonight
We're gonna be
alright

It's alright
To give up
the fight