Professional Griefers (radio edit) Lyrics

I like the sound of the broken pieces
I like the lights that a**ign 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
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-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

Gimme the sound, to see
Another world outside that's full of
All the broken things that I made

Just give me the eyes, to see
Another broken life that's full of
All the awful things that are made