Live by the sword
Die by the sword
They're all assassins
Hold your head high
Never swing low
Don't look behind you
There's no one there
What would you do if I was standing right in front of you?
What would you say the same thing you said yesterday?
I don't have to say goodbye
You don't get to see me cry
You put me in a glass jar and tap, tap, tap to see how I move
Get or be got
Whether you like it or not
They're all assassins
Chin up buttercup
Even when your ears are burning
Don't take the bait
Let the haters hate