As Words To Bullets — Deadlock

I will cut my tongue to end this here As words to bullets and feelings to fears You danced the night away, you stole my heart that day I dare to cause this war, maybe i will die therefor

Yet i think it is my juliet story Because you are my everything

but this beauty leaves the room and my dream seems to be over my tongue is not severed and the end is here

Drove home to that anchingly long song As words to poetry and my feelings so free I am longing for your arms to lay down In your hands i feel so secure– this must be true

You danced the night away, you stole my heart that day I dared to cause this war, maybe we will die therefor

Yet i think it is my juliet story Because you are my everything

but this beauty leaves the room and my dream seems to be over my tongue is not severed and the end is here

burlesque and splendid i will enter their realm this place should become a burial ground

i dared to cause that war and i died therefor

but this beauty leaves the room and my dream seems to be over my tongue is not severed and the end is here