History

Dear friends of this academy Romeo is bleeding to death To see a friend bleed to death, what for Some kind of metaphor that I can't see? So I'll drink until I see it. This sky will make me sick So I'll give up on you I'll give up on this This sky will make me sick So I'll give up on this I'll give up on you Archers in your arches Raise your fingers for the last salute And bleed this skyline dry Your history is mine So you want to hold me up and bring me down Yes, you want to hold me up and break me down I don't care for your sweet scent Or the way you want me more than I want you I don't care for your sweet scent Or the way you want me more than I want you Archers in your arches Raise your fingers for the last salute And bleed this skyline dry Your history is mine Archers in your arches Raise your fingers for the last salute And bleed this skyline dry Your history is mine It's all mine