History

Dear friends of this academy

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

So I'll give up on this

I'll give up on you

Archers in your arches

Raise your fingers for the 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

Archers in your arches

Raise your fingers for the last salute

And bleed this skyline dry

Your history is mine

Archers in your arches

Raise your fingers for the last salute

And bleed this skyline dry

Your history is mine

It's all mine