Burning the night Down past the white to the filter Static but no sparks We were wide of the mark You'll surrender With a bottle to your lips Hands turn to fists Ready to rumble Every word is a weapon Speaking jive for protection It's not line, it's not rehearsed It's just your life and it's cursed Staining your blood With the language of lust Feels better In the attic of your heart Is the girl you once were Turned to ashes Blistered and scarred We were bursting apart In the leather Every word is a weapon Speaking jive for protection It's not line, it's not rehearsed It's just your life and it's cursed We dream a dream of sparks and firefly When all that we breathe isn't paralyzed from 9 to 5 We dream a dream of sparks and high life When all that we need isn't 9 to 5 and paralyzed Every word is a weapon Speaking jive for protection It's not line, it's not rehearsed It's just your life and it's cursed