We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore
The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places
The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too
For when he died, he took a part of you

No time for farewells, no chances for goodbyes
No explanations, no fucking reasons why
I watched it eat you up, pieces fallen on the floor
We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore

If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way
I would climb my way to Heaven, and bring him back home again
Don't give up hope my friend, this is not the end

We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore
The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places
The day you lost him, I slowly lost you too
For when he died, he took a part of you

Death is only a chapter
So let's rip out the pages of yesterday
Death is only a horizon
And I'm ready for my sun...
I'm ready for my sun to...
I'm ready for my sun...
I'm ready for my sun to set

This is suicide season!

If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way
We would climb our way to Heaven, and bring him home again
If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way
We would climb our way to Heaven, and bring him home again

If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way
We would climb our way to Heaven, and bring him home again
We would do anything to bring him back to you
We would do anything to end what you're going through

If only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way
I would climb my way to Heaven, and bring him home again
I would do anything to bring him back to you
Because if you got him back, I would get back the friend that I once knew

I guess some kids are just born with tragedy in their blood.
I try to wash this away.
I wanna cleanse your veins.

I can help you see the light out of your despair.
You tie the rope, I'll kick the fucking chair.

I feel the malice in my veins.
My heart swells with hatred in your name.
And when you've got nothing to turn black and blue.
You've still got Hell to look forward to.

You've still got Hell.
You've still got Hell.
Well, you've still got Hell.

I will dance on your grave.
I will dance on your fucking grave.
I will dance on your grave.
I will dance on your grave.

Oh, when you're blessed with a grave to call your own,
in my mind you'll be six feet closer to your home.
Your eulogy will be music.
Your eulogy will be music to my ears.

Oh, yeah!

I can help you to see light out of your despair.
You tie the rope, I'll kick the fucking chair.

I feel the malice in my veins.
And my heart swells with hatred in your name.
And when you've got nothing to be black and blue.
You've still got Hell,
you've still got Hell to look forward to.

Black and blue!
Black and blue!

I have never really fucking cared.
She never fucking, had fucking air.
I have never really fucking cared.
Tie the rope, I'll kick the fucking chair.
Let's go!

Sometimes you just feel tired, feel weak
And when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up
But you gotta search within you, try to find that inner strength
and just pull that shit out of you
And get that motivation not to give up, and not be a quitter
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face, and collapse