If we don’t make it alive
Well it’s a hell of a good day to die
One is for envy
And one just for spite
The cuts in my heart
They show me in your eyes
Don’t make it better
The twisting knife
Turns all by itself
On to someone else
Your self-liberation
Will leave this behind
Beyond slings and arrows
That rain on our minds
You’ll make it better
Shake it off
It never mattered anyway
If we don’t make it alive
Well it’s a hell of a good day to die
All our light that shines strong
Only lasts for so long
