King For A Day (Feat. Kellin Quinn Of Sleeping With Sirens) B. Bilinska
Vic: Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge I bet you never had a Friday night like this Keep it up Keep it up lets 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: Please, won't you push me for the last time, Lets scream until there's nothing left So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore. The thought of you is no fucking fun. You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough, We're done.
Vic: 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.
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 it worse by drinking late.
Kellin: (Scream) Until there's nothing left So sick of playing, I don't want too anymore The thought of you is no fucking fun You want a martyr I'll be one Because enough's enough we're done
Vic: 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: 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)
Vic: Hail Mary, forgive me Blood for blood, hearts beating Come at me, Now this is war!
Fuck with this new beat Oh
Kellin & Vic: 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 with 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 eyed and rest in peace
Vic: 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: Imagine living like a king someday. A single night without a ghost in the walls. We are the shadows screaming take us now
Vic: We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground. Shit