Still my heart with your silence, leave me gasping for air.
Well, I've been away for a long time, hoping that I'd find you there.
Grinding your teeth like an addict awaiting the cause and the cure.
Serenading yourself in the static, a misery refined and rehearsed.
But tonight you'll stand with your back to the wall.
Que sera, sera. I know what has to be done.
Well you wanted a martyr, I've got a flag you can burn. Well you wanted a martyr, here's a flag you can burn.
Still my heart. Leave me gasping for air. Well you wanted a martyr, well you wanted a martyr.
The hands of our betrayers tighten fast around our necks and speak of love.
The tongues of our betrayers scream hallowed be the lines and blood we've drawn.
The hands of our betrayers tighten fast around our necks and speak of love.
The tongues of our betrayers scream look at what we've done- at what we've done. What I've done.
The hands of our betrayers tighten fast around our necks and speak of love.
Speak of love.