Dear friends of this academy, ohh

Romeo is bleeding to death

To see a friend bleed to death what for

Some kind of metaphor that I can't see?

So, I'll drink until I see it

This sky will make me sick

So, I'll give up on you

I'll give up on this

This sky will make me sick

I'll give up on this

I'll give up on you



* Archers in your arches

Raise your fingers for one last salute

And bleed this skyline dry

Your history is mine



So you want to hold me up and bring me down

Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down

I don't care for your sweet scent

Or, the way you want me more than I want you

I don't care for your sweet scent

Or, the way you want me more than I want you



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It's all mine

It's all mine

It's all mine



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