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
We like to move like
we both don't need this
God can’t hear you
they will fight you
Watch them build a
friend just like you
Morning Sickness XYZ
Teenage Girls with ESP
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 outsid
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
Selfcorrection
Mass dissection
Xbox brats are in
detention
Morning sickness XYZ
Boys with bombs in NME
Compliancy Special
Casings
Photographs that
I’m erasing
Phono slots with
picture screens
Girls with guns on LSD
Selfinfraction 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 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 I made