Austin Jones - King For A Day (ACAPELLA) | Текст песни

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• Austin Jones
• King For A Day (ACAPELLA)

Dare me to jump off this Jersey bridge.
I bet you never had a Friday night like this.
Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands,

I take a look up in the sky and I see red,
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy,
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide.
Everything Red.

[Kellin Quinn:]
Please, won't you push me for the last time
I scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore
The thought of you is no fucking fun
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough is enough
We're done.

You told me, “Think about it”
Well, I did, now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

Yeah
The thing I think I love will surely bring me pain,
Intoxication, paranoia,
And a lot of fame.

Three cheers for throwing up
Pubescent drama queen, you make me sick
I make you worse by drinking late.

[Kellin Quinn:]
Scream
Scream until there's nothing left.
So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore
The thought of you is no fucking fun
You want a martyr, I'll be glad because enough is enough,
We're done.

You told me, “Think about it”
Well, I did, now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want.
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.

[Kellin Quinn:]
Imagine living like a king someday,
A single night without a ghost in the walls,
And if the bass shakes the earth underground,
We'll start a new revolution now.
Alright, here we go,

Hail Mary, forgive me
Blood for blood, hearts beating
Come at me, now this is war
Fuck with this new beat

Oh

Now terror begins inside a bloodless vein
I was just a product of the street youth rage
Born in this world without a voice or say
Caught in the spokes of an abandoned brain
I know you well, but this ain't a game
Blow the smoke in diamond shape
Dying is a gift
So close your eyes and rest in peace

You told me, “Think about it”
Well, I did, now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor

[Kellin Quinn:]
Imagine living like a king someday,
A single night without a ghost in the walls
We are the shadows screaming, \"Take us now!\"
We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground

Shit

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