We were just two strangers passing each other by
Our heads hung low, hand in hand with cyanide
We were on our way to our graves, to sleep in peace
Where all the violence inside our heads would cease
We stopped and didn't want to continue on
Looking up at each other with tears drawn
He uttered something I hadn't heard
But I knew the meaning to what he whispered
We were just two strangers passing each other by
Our heads hung low and veins filled with cyanide
We were on our way to our tombs, to rest in silence
Where our heads would quiet all the violence
We stopped and didn't want to move along
Looking up at each other with everything wrong
She said something I hadn't heard
But I knew the meaning to what she whispered
"Why is this life so cruel to me?
What happened that I didn't see?
If only you could take me away from here
To a place I didn't have to live in fear."
My sad eyes seeing through what he wanted to hide
As I let go of the hand of my friendly cyanide
I took his hand and clasped it tightly in mine
"I'll take you away to where the sun will shine."
My sad eyes seeing through what she wanted to deny
As I released my antidote of friendly cyanide
I took her hand and held it tightly in mine
"I'll take you away to where the sun will shine."
We stopped walking towards our silent grave
Walking hand in hand, our lives saved
We were on our way to our deaths with cyanide
Just two strangers that were passing each other by
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