Professional Griefers (feat. Gerard Way)

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

We like to move

Like we both don't need this

God can't hear you, they will fight you

Watch them build a friend just like you

Morning Sickness, X-y-z

Teenage Girls with Esp

Gimme the sound, to see

Another world outside that's full of

All the broken things that I've made

Just give me a life, to plea

Another world outside that's full of

All the awful things that I've 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 are in detention

Morning sickness, XYZ

Boys with bombs in NME

Compliancy, Special Castings

Photographs that I'm erasing

Phono slots with pixel screens

Girls with guns on LSD

Self-infraction, mass destruction

Programmed for the final function

Lab Rat King, Rescue team

Save me from the next line

Gimme the sound, to see

Another world outside that's full of

All the broken things that I've made

Just give me a life, to plea

Another world outside that's full of

All the awful things that I've made

'Cause we are the last disease

Another broken life that's full of

All the awful things that I've made

And we got the eyes to see

Another broken life that's full of

All the awful things that I've made