The Cellar

With your hand in mine,
We walk on by,
Ignoring people's eyes.
And whispers of our demise.

We're going to die a horrible way,
Were going to be sent to a horrible place,
We're going to burn with such disgrace,
Upon our family's name we lie with grace,
With peace but hate,
For the rest of our days.

For years, how it has been been,
And here we are again,
walking along and choking in shame.
Tempting fate with lies and disguise.

Believing in love,
Or more really, finding each other.
Held up in the dark.

One day soon, we'll be locked in this cellar,
Holding on for fucking ever,
Keeping the shred of hope alive,
Until the day that we finally just fucking die,
And we knew it was coming, all along. All along.

I know I don't really give a shit,
And I know I don't care,
But as long as you fear,
I'm going to always be here,

Lock me in the cellar,
And throw me out to sea,
Kill off everything that reminds you of me.

But I won't leave,
Not as much as you want me to.

How would you like to fall out,
How would you like to watch me choke,
How would you like to help me set this damn town on fire.

We'll run away,
To spend the rest of our days,
No one will come looking for us,
We're not important enough for them.

Hold on,
Set yourself on fire,
We'll sit around and stare at the fucking light.

Watch yourself,
Find yourself,
Hunt yourself.

But I suppose it doesn't really matter,
And I suppose you don't really care,
And I know - life is never that fair.

And no one notices,
And no one cares,
Find yourself,
Run away, run away.

Bleed your fucking tears.