Hold your hands into the sky 

Pray for my sin, instead of time 

Big cities' action of my big city girl 

Think she builds her own heaven 

Cause she finds it's a lonesome world 

Filled with dirty street cars and dirty signs 

I hope there comes a time when 

I get to see your dirty mind 



Hold your hands into the sky 

Pray for my sin, instead of time 

Low budget movies, change our low budget lives 

Theres something... that joins our lonesome minds 

And these bloody faces with their bloodly knives 

Say if we ever make it 

We'll be somebody's.... 



Hold your hands into the sky 

Pray for my sin, instead of time 

You are the massacre, the massacist, the tease 

And you're captivating , standing in front of me 



Is the reason, Im still wondering why everyone we loved has broke away 



Hold your hands into the sky 

Pray for my sin, instead of time 

You are the massacre, the massacist, the tease 

And you're captivating, standing in front of me 

Hold your hand into the sky 

Pray for my sin, instead of time 



So be my masscre, be my massacist, be my tease 

Cause you captivate me when you stand in front of me