• 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