I like the sound of the broken pieces I like the lights that assign where she sits
We got machines but the kids got Jesus Ought to move like we’re off the name list God can’t hear you, they will fight you Watch them build a friend just like you
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 plea 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 and a barcode blaster We want the cash or the drugs you’re after Rise up control for the mixtape master
Self-correction, Mass dissection Xbox brats on in detention Morning sickness, XYZ Boys with bombs in NMA
Compliancy, Special Castings
Photographs that I’m erasing
Phono slots with picture screens
Girls with guns on LSD Self-infraction, mass destruction Programmed for the final function
Lab Rat King, Rescue team
Save me from the anarchy
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 plea 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 are made