I like the sound of the broken pieces
I like the lights that are inside what she says
We’ve got machines, but the kids got Jesus
We’ve got to move like (inaudible)
I can’t hear you,
They will fight you
Watch them build a friend/brain just like you
Morning sickness X-Y-Z 
Teenage girls with ESP
Teenage girls with ESP
Give me a sound to see
An other world outside full of all the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to be 
An other world outside full of all the awful things that I made
We like to dance, but the dead go faster
Turn up the slam and the bar code blaster
We want the cash or the [bad word] you’re after
Lose all control for the mix-tape master
Self-correction, 
Mass dissection,
Desperate brats are in detention
Morning sickness X-Y-Z
Boys with bombs and [bad word] 
Specializing,
Photograph that I’m erasing
(inaudible but really sounded like “bona fide with eggshell screams” haha)
Girls with guns on LSD
Cell/Self-infection,
Mass [bad word] 
Program for the final function
Lab rat king, rescue team
Save me from the next life
Give me a sound to see
An other world outside full of all the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to be
An other world outside full of all the awful things that I made
‘Cause we are the last disease
An other broken life full of all the awful things that I made
And we’ve got the eyes to see/ecstasy
An other broken life full of all the awful things that I made