Hold your hands into the sky    Pray for my sin, 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 my sin, instead of time    Low budget movies, change our low budget lives    Theres something.. that joins our lonesome minds    And these bloody faces with their bloodly knives    Say if we ever make it    We'll be somebody's...      Hold your hands into the sky    Pray for my sin, instead of time    You are the massacre, the massacist, 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 my sin, instead of time    You are the massacre, the massacist, the tease    And you're captivating, standing in front of me    Hold your hand into the sky    Pray for my sin, instead of time       So be my masscre, be my massacist, be my tease    Cause you captivate me when you stand in front of me