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 won't 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 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 mixtape master
Cell-correction
Mass-dissection
Death squad brats are in detention
Morning sickness, XYZ
Boys with bombs in NME

Carbon-lacing
Spent Shell-Castings
Photographs that I’m erasing
BONUS LIVES with picture screens
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 I made.