Professional Griefers

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 [2x]



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 drugs 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



Compliancy, Special Castings



Photographs that I'm erasing



Phono slots with picture screens



Girls with guns on LSD

Self-infraction, mass destruction

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