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
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
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 junk you’re after
Rise up control for the mixtape master

Self-correction, mass dissection
Death squad brats are in detention
Morning sickness, XYZ
Boys with bombs in NME

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 be
Another world outside that’s full of
All the awful things that I made

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 see
Another broken life  that’s full of
All the awful things that I made