Hold your hands into the sky;
Pray for mercy, 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 mercy, instead of time.
Low budget movies, change our low budget lives.
Theres something to cause it some harm that joins our lonesome minds.
And these bloody faces with their bloodly knives,
Say if we ever make it,
We'll be so bloody sad.

Hold your hands into the sky;
Pray for mercy, instead of time.
You are the massacre, the masochist, 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 mercy, instead of time.
You are the massacre, the masochist, the tease.
And you're captivating, standing in front of me.

Hold your hand into the sky;
Pray for mercy, instead of time.
So be my masscre, be my masochist, be my tease,
Because you captivate me when you stand in front of me.