[bad word] every time you cry
 We'll kill the thoughts that consume your mind
 It's time to burn this masquerade
 And burn the broken heart in your way
 It's immortal suicide
 Transistor masked all our cries
 Let's call out to the dead
 Let's turn it around bury the sound
 Let's call out to the dead
 Let's torture the crowd bury the sound
 Breathe every chance you get
 Destroying all thoughts of regret
 Forever our hearts bleed like this
 Forever our bodies turn and twitch