The End of Great Things to Come Lyrics

Anthem to a New Generation I Don't Need to Be Straight Edge to Be Better Than You Saints and Sinners The Alphabet Never Really Made Sense to Me The Jump Off You Call Me Son, I Call You Dead You've Successfully Turned Blood Into Water You Have a Body Like an Hourglass, and a Face That Could Stop Time If Being Fake Was an Olympic Sport The End of Great Things to Come

Anthem to a New Generation Despair I Don't Need to Be Straight Edge to Be Better Than You If Being Fake Was an Olympic Sport S.O.S.E. Self Purgatory The Alphabet Never Really Made Sense to Me You Call Me Son, I Call You Dead You Have a Body Like an Hourglass, and a Face That Could Stop Time You've Successfully Turned Blood Into Water