[Vic & Kellin Quinn]
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge
I bet you never had a Friday night like this
Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands
I take a look up at the sky and I see
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide
Everything red
[Kellin Quinn]
Please, won't you push me for the last time
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore
The thought of you's no * fun
You want a martyr, I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done
[Vic]
You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor
[Vic]
The thing I think I love
Will surely bring me pain
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame
Three cheers for throwing up
Pubescent drama queen
You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late
[Kellin Quinn]
Scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore
The thought of you's no * fun
You want a martyr I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done
[Vic]
You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor
[Kellin Quinn]
Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
And if the bass shakes the earth underground
We'll start a new revolution now
(Now! Alright here we go)
[Vic]
Hail Mary, forgive me
Blood for blood, hearts beating
Come at me, now this is war!
* with this new beat
Oh!
[Kellin Quinn & Vic]
Now terror begins inside a bloodless vein
I was just a product of the street youth rage
Born in this world without a voice or say
Caught in the spokes with an abandoned brain
I know you well but this ain't a game
Blow the smoke in diamond shape
Dying is a gift so close your eyes and rest in peace
[Vic]
You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor
[Kellin Quinn]
Imagine living like a king someday
A single night without a ghost in the walls
We are the shadows screaming take us now
[Vic]
We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground
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