Counting shots like ticking clocks Burn the dead to light up the way We are the lucky ones who carry Carry the weight (of all the past mistakes) Carried away in the tides of the shame With pride in our way leaving lies in our wake and All I have are memories of things I've loved on the way (of all the yesterday's) Loved on the way The things that I have loved on the way Will you admit you are holding the throat of Paradise Killing our hope, paint it black, turn the day to night And I know you know, feel the pain but you Can't look away From the masterpiece in the flame, you love the mess that you've made But with the break of day we wiped away the Tears of youth are wondering why We can't understand, but we wash our hands and We kick it further on down the line Til you admit you are holding the throat of Paradise Killing our hope, paint it black, turn the day to night And I know you know, feel the pain but you Can't look away From the masterpiece in the flame, you love the mess that you've made Now we don't want to know you Because you don't want to hear But with every breath we will show you you've got something Now you've got something to fear Now you've got something to fear, my revolution is here But you were holding the throat of Paradise Killing all hope, paint it black, turn the day to night And I know you know, feel the pain but you can't look away From the masterpiece in the flame, you love the mess that you've made You love the mess that you made You love the mess that you made From the masterpiece in the flames, you love the mess that you made