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/blaster

We want the cash or the junk you're after

Press up control for the mix tape master

Self-correction

Mass-dissection

Death squad brats are in detention

Morning sickness, XYZ

Boys with bombs in NRA

Carbon-lacing

Special casings

Photographs that I'm erasing

Bonus lives with pixel screens

Girls with cuts 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 I made.