Trapped in archaic decades Feeling the sharps switch blade With the sound of blackened hearts On your window panes If looks could kill, it'll be yours that will If looks could kill, it'll be yours that will And you'd drill yourself for all the answers But nobody asked for all the answers Throw down your books and pens For the words you proclaim You fight in the Fifth Crusade Only to bask in the shame The sparks are so mislaid Fueling the hand-made grenades With the sound of blackened hearts On your window panes If the beast stood still, it'd be through God's will If the beast stood still, it'd be through God's will And you'd kill yourself for all the answers But nobody asked for all the answers It's alright, it's alright, it's alright It's alright to give up the fight Give up the fight tonight We're gonna be alright If looks could kill, it'll be yours that will If the beast stood still, it'd be through God's will If looks could kill, it'll be yours that will If the beast stood still, it'd be through God's will So give up the fight tonight We're gonna be alright It's alright To give up the fight