these words are daggers that we swallow spit out the blood wait for the sharks in the shallow let them ravage us the little that we have left collecting dust locked in the vaults of our chest no more trust empty lust no more love but we re both fucked up enough to carry on with clenched fists no direction to point the finger push our heads to the fucking wall but they never fall they just linger they never fall they just linger bang my head to the fucking wall confessions in our last seconds red ink connecting the dots these lies bled us out there should be no more second thoughts we re not all made to be lovers we re not all cut out to be saints our passion stays under covers but our flame cannot be reclaimed it cannot be reclaimed can t you recognize the end when you see it let go of the memories that give you hope what do i have to do for you to believe in that we re at the end of this fucking rope the damage is done we can t kill the pain the hole we dug to hide our shame is getting deeper is getting deeper yet we carry on this masquerade these words are daggers that we swallow spit out the blood wait for the sharks in the shallow let them ravage us no more trust deadly lust no more love we re both fucked how much do i have to persuade for you to pull the trigger how much do i have to persuade for you to pull the trigger we re not all made to be lovers we re not all cut out to be saints our passion stays under covers but our flame cannot be reclaimed it cannot be reclaimed the tears don t fall anymore why do we hesitate to cut the chord we ve took this to far the spell is dead the anchor that held us is around our necks we ve made our bed on the ocean floor our backs are broken and our lungs are soar so cut the fucking chord these words are daggers that we swallow spit out the blood wait for the sharks in the shallow let them ravage us no more trust deadly lust no more love we re both fucked how much do i have to persuade for you to pull the trigger how much do i have to persuade for you to pull the trigger 