Paroles: Evans Blue. The Melody And The Energetic Nature of Volume. The Tease.

Hold your hands into the sky
Pray for mercy instead of time

Big cities' action, oh, 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 there comes 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
There's something to corsets and horror
That joins our lonesome minds

And these bloody faces with their bloody 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 masochist, the tease
And you're captivating, standing in front of me

Is the reason I'm 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 masochist, 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 massacre, be my masochist, be my tease
Because you captivate me when you stand in front of me