Just give me a life to plea Another world outside that’s full of All the awful things that I made
God can’t hear you, they will fight you Watch them build a friend just like you Morning Sickness, XYZ Teenage Girls with ESP
We like to dance but the dead go faster Turn up the slam and a barcode blaster We want the cash or the junk you’re after Rise up control for the mixtape master
Self-correction, mass dissection Death squad brats are in detention Morning sickness, XYZ Boys with bombs in NME
Gimme the sound, to see Another world outside that’s full of All the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to be Another world outside that’s full of All the awful things that I made
Gimme the sound, to see Another world outside that’s full of All the broken things that I made
Just give me a life,to see Another broken life that’s full of All the awful things that I made