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 barcode blaster
We want the cash or
the junk you're after
Rez-up control for
the mixtape master
Cell correction mass dissection
Death squad brats are in detention
Morning sickness XYZ
Boys with bombs in NMA
Carbon lacing spent shell casings
Photographs that I'm erasing
Bonus lives with pixel-screams
Girls with guns on LSD
Cell infection mass destruction
programmed for the final function
Lab rat king rescue team
Save me from the next life
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 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
