I like the sound of the broken pieces
I like the lights that assigns 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 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 plead
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
Self-correction
Mass-dissection
Death squad brats are in detention
Morning sickness
XYZ
Boys with bombs in NME Carbon lacing
Special casing
Photographs that I'm erasing
Bonus lives with pixel-screens
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 plead
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