Professional Griefers

歌詞

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/blast/her We want the cash or the junk you’re after Rez up control for the mix tape master Cell correction Mass dissection Death squad brats are in detention Morning sickness, XYZ Boys with bombs in NM/// Carbon lacing Spent shell casings Photographs that I’m erasing Phono slots with picture screams Girls with guns 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 are made.