We never needed quiet skies
We built our truth from static lies
Your voice a spark through tangled cords
A chaos we could both afford
The city hums our hearts a line
To broken songs that intertwine
And in the crash I hear your poise
Our symphony of noise
Every echo,
every tear Turns to music when you're near
This is our symphony of noise Where every flaw becomes our voice
The world may break but we rejoice In every sound we can't avoid
No silence left to destroy Just pulse and poise
Our symphony of noise
Number one,
he gets very angry.
Number two,
he gets angry easily.
Number four, he answers back.
And number five, he suffers after everything.
There is no distance between
life and death in this king's life.
But those whose souls were sold, died alive.
And those whose souls no one could buy,
lived on, even after death.
We can't smash the scream The static that connects our dream
So turn it loud and let it burn Let every wrong note still return
Cause beauty lives in broken toys Our symphony of noise
This is our symphony of noise Where chaos gives the heart a choice
To find the light through all the
void And make the end a sound employed
Through every glitch we're still
alive Our song survives our symphony of noise