Album: > Album Title Goes Here < (2012)

Professional Griefers

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/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-Casings
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 bleed
Another world outside that's full of
All the awful things that I made

'Cause we are the last disease
Another broken light 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.