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
Ought to move like we’re off the name list
God can’t hear you, they will 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 plea
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 and a barcode blaster
We want the cash or the [bad word] you’re after
Rise up control for the mixtape master

Self-correction, Mass dissection
Xbox brats on in detention
Morning sickness, XYZ
Boys with bombs in NMA [bad word]  Special Castings

Photographs that I’m erasing

Phono slots with picture screens

Girls with guns on LSD
Self-infraction, mass [bad word] Programmed for the final function

Lab Rat King, Rescue team

Save me from the anarchy

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 plea
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 are made