There's Nothing More Romantic Than Watching The World Die Songtext

As we parade the night all we can hear is the sound of gun shots
the skyline turns red, the sun burns too bright
the pavement cracks become apparent, see no light
injection of a cursed fiction and buried we cry

pick up the pieces of a human jigsaw,
pick up the teeth that once exhaled subtle lies, pick up yourself and repent

pick up yourself and repent
pick up yourself