Professional Griefers

[Verse 1: Gerard Way]
I like the sound of the broken pieces
I like the lights and the siren she says
"We got machines but the kids got Jesus"
We like to move like we both don't need this

[Pre-Chorus: Gerald Way]
God can't hear you, they won't fight you
Watch them build a friend just like you
Morning sickness, XYZ
Teenage girls with ESP

[Chorus: Gerard Way]
Give me the sound to see
Another world outside that's full of
All the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to bleed
Another world outside that's full of
All the awful things that I made

[Verse 2: Gerard Way]
We like to dance but the dead go faster
Turn up the slam/hound/bar/code/blaster
We want the cash or the junk you're after
Rez-up control for the mixtape master
Cell-correction, mass-dissection
Death squad brats are in detention
Morning sickness, XYZ
Boys with bombs in NMA
Carbon lacing, spent shell casings
Photographs that I'm erasing
Bonus lives with pixel-screams
Girls with guns on LSD

[Pre-Chorus: Gerald Way]
Cell infection, mass destruction
Program for the final function
Lab Rat King, rescue team
Save me from the next life!

[Chorus: Gerard Way]
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 bleed
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