you slit your throat on lyrics like these, you cry, I
hate writing songs like this, well i've had worse days than
you anyday, well maybe i should write a song, oh wait.
these violins, they play your song, i wish i could
smash your face...i'll give you something to bleed for
these violins, they play your song, i wish i could
smash your face...i'll give you something to bleed for

new blood, new hands, our are demands
fist up screaming, you can't touch me!

i traded in my corn syrup long ago, it's my life that i
won't let go,so, so don't trade in your life, this blue
screen's telling me to "set it on fire"
won't you set on fire
won't you set it on fire

new blood, new hands, our are demands
fist up screaming, you can't touch me!

...you are easy, i see clearly...
...you are easy, i see clearly......
...you are easy (take my new blood), i see clearly (take these new hands)....
...you are easy (take my new blood), i see clearly (take these new hands)....
...you are easy (take my new blood), i see clearly (take these new hands)....
...you are easy (take my new blood), i see clearly (take these new hands)....
i see clearly

you are easy, i see, i see clearly
you, you are easy, i see, i see clearly
you, you are easy, i, i see clearly
you, you are easy, i, i see clear
you are easy (you are easy), i see clearly (i see clearly)
you are easy (you are easy), i see clearly (i see clearly)
you are easy (you are easy), i see clearly (i see clearly)
you are easy (you are easy), i see clearly (i see clearly)

you are easy (you are easy), i see clearly (i see clearly)