you slit your throat on lyrics like these, you cry, I 

hate writing songs like this, well i've had worse days than 

you anyday, well maybe i should write a song, oh wait. 

these violins, they play your song, i wish i could 

smash your face...i'll give you something to bleed for 

these violins, they play your song, i wish i could 

smash your face...i'll give you something to bleed for 



new blood, new hands, our are demands 

fist up screaming, you can't touch me! 



i traded in my corn syrup long ago, it's my life that i 

won't let go,so, so don't trade in your life, this blue 

screen's telling me to "set it on fire" 

won't you set on fire 

won't you set it on fire 



new blood, new hands, our are demands 

fist up screaming, you can't touch me! 



...you are easy, i see clearly... 

...you are easy, i see clearly...... 

...you are easy (take my new blood), i see clearly (take these new hands).... 

...you are easy (take my new blood), i see clearly (take these new hands).... 

...you are easy (take my new blood), i see clearly (take these new hands).... 

...you are easy (take my new blood), i see clearly (take these new hands).... 

i see clearly 



you are easy, i see, i see clearly 

you, you are easy, i see, i see clearly 

you, you are easy, i, i see clearly 

you, you are easy, i, i see clear 

you are easy (you are easy), i see clearly (i see clearly) 

you are easy (you are easy), i see clearly (i see clearly) 

you are easy (you are easy), i see clearly (i see clearly) 

you are easy (you are easy), i see clearly (i see clearly) 



you are easy (you are easy), i see clearly (i see clearly)