I like the sound of the broken pieces I like the lights and the siren she says We got machines but the kids got Jesus We like to move like we both don't need this
God can’t hear you, they won't fight you Watch them build a friend just like you Morning sickness, XYZ Teenage girls with ESP
Give me the sound to see Another world outside that’s full of All the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to bleed Another world outside that’s full of All the awful things that I made
We like to dance but the dead go faster Turn up the slam/hound/bar/code/blaster We want the cash or the junk you’re after Press up control for the mix tape master
Self-correction Mass-dissection Death squad brats are in detention Morning sickness, XYZ Boys with bombs in NRA
Carbon-lacing Special casings Photographs that I’m erasing Porno sluts with pixel screens Girls with cuts on LSD
Cell infection, mass destruction Program for the final function Lab-rat king, rescue team Save me from the next life
Give me the sound, to see Another world outside that’s full of All the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to bleed Another world outside that’s full of All the awful things that I made
‘Cause we are the last disease Another broken life that’s full of All the awful things that I made
And we got the eyes to see Another broken life that’s full of All the awful things that I made.