Professional Griefers

[Verse 1] I like the sound of the broken pieces I like the lights and the sirens 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 will fight you Watch them build a friend just like you Mourning Sickness, XYZ Teenage Girls with ESP [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] We like to dance but the dead go faster Turn up the slam/hound/bar/code/blast/her We want the cash or the drugs you're after Rez-up control for the mixtape master Cell-Correction, Mass-Dissection Death squad brats on in detention Mourning sickness, XYZ Boys with bombs in NMA Carbon-Lacing, Spent shell-casings Photographs that I'm erasing Bonus lives with pixel-screams 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 [Hook] [Hook 2] 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 are made