[Verse 1] [palm-muted distorted electric guitar, driving bass] We're poison in the sweetest dose The hands that heal, the hands that hold the throat You're every reason I come alive And every reason I start a fire We're scars that never learn to fade Wildfire hearts that love the chase You're my favorite worst habit, my unregrettable mistake The only risk I'd always take Let heaven judge, let hell decide But I'll be yours for the night [Chorus] [full band enters, open power chords, crash cymbals] Ride in the thrill like the edge of the knife That you placed in my heart like holding on for dear life To the back of your motorcycle If this kind of feeling tears my pathetic soul apart So be it, it was worth it I'd rather be the radical Passion is emotion, there's risk to living And graffiti still qualifies as art Graffiti is art [Verse 2] [drums drop to kick and snare, clean guitar arpeggio] We're smoke that never leaves the lungs A loaded gun, a reckless tongue You pull me close then push away Still I choose you every day If loving you's a fall from grace Then I'll dive headfirst, no brakes You strike the match, I breathe it in Calling the heat a win If loving you's the end of me At least I'll die feeling free No saints would ever bless this flame But we were never built for the angels anyway [Chorus] [distorted guitars return] Ride in the thrill like the edge of the knife That you placed in my heart like holding on for dear life To the back of your motorcycle If this kind of feeling tears my pathetic soul apart So be it, it was worth it I'd rather be the radical Passion is emotion, there's risk to living And graffiti still qualifies as art [Bridge] [bass and drums drop out, clean electric guitar riff] Your marks left all over my skin The only war I gladly live in No seatbelts for the hearts we stole No clear map for reckless souls How could something be so wrong yet it feels so right I'll brace for impact and hold on tight If roads lead us to the fire Then let them burn a little brighter I don't care if it possibly hurts I'd willingly take the chance [Chorus] [full energy, heavy drums] Ride in the thrill like the edge of the knife That you placed in my heart like holding on for dear life To the back of your motorcycle If this kind of feeling tears my pathetic soul apart So be it, it was worth it I'd rather be the radical Passion is emotion, there's risk to living And graffiti still qualifies as art [Outro] [vocal ad-libs, sustained guitar chords] No saints would ever bless this flame But we were never built for the angels anyway Ride in the thrill like the edge of the knife That you placed in my heart like holding on for dear life To the back of your motorcycle If this kind of feeling tears my pathetic soul apart So be it, it was worth it I'd rather be the radical Passion is emotion, there's risk to living And graffiti still qualifies as art Graffiti is art And you can have my weak heart (Ooh) Graffiti is art
