Dare me to jump off 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 in the sky and I see red,
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
I scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore
The thought of you is no [bad word] fun
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough is enough
We're done.

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

Yeah
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 you worse by drinking late.

[Kellin Quinn:]
Scream
Scream until there's nothing left.
So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore
The thought of you is no [bad word] fun
You want a martyr, I'll be glad because enough is enough,
We're done.

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,
single night without a ghost in the walls,
And if the bass shakes the earth underground,
We'll start a new revolution now.
Alright, here we go,

Hail Mary, forgive me
Blood for blood, hearts [bad word] at me, now this is war [bad word] with this new beat

Oh

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 of 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

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,
single night without a ghost in the walls
We are the shadows screaming, "Take us now!"
We'd rather die than live [bad word] on the ground
 [bad word]