Nobody Here Is Leaving Priscilla Brooke Alive

The letter she wrote,
The lies that they told.
The lies that they told,
The letter that she wrote.
Each hour it gives me a different story.

The letter that she wrote,
I leave you, she's greated.
The letter that she wrote,
I leave you, she's greated
(By angels).

War, despite the white flag!
War, war, war, war!

Oh my dear, I fear I have become a burden.

She was, she was waiting for you.

Is it raining outside your window?
It's pouring here
But the rain, it never,
It never reaches the floor.

Please surrender, my knives are blunt.

Maybe this miracle made of gold,
Was all a trick.
Scrap the plans that we made;
Break the ribbon;
Breakdown, breakdown,
Breakdown, breakdown,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Leave a message for your victims.
Bang bang.

She woke to the bluest of the blue,
And left red like your torn up diaries.
There are vacancies on death row.
She walks from her deadened cells,
From her deadened cells.
The sky has been painted for you. for you...

Please surrender, my knives are blunt
So please surrender, my knives are blunt
So please, please, please, please, surrender.

And she woke to the bluest of the blue.
I said please, I said please..
Surrender to me.
I said please, please,
Surrender to me.