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[Verse 1]
I like the sound of the broken pieces
I like the lights and the siren, she says
We got machines but the kid's got Jesus
We like to move like we both don't need this
[Verse 2]
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 E.S.P.'s
[Verse 3]
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 4]
We like to dance but the dead go faster
Turn up the slam, pow, barcode blaster
We want the cash or the junk you're after
Rise up, control for the mixtape master
[Verse 5]
Cell correction, mass dissection
Despot brats are in detention
Morning sickness, X.Y.Z.
Boys with bombs in N.M.A
[Verse 6]
Carbon lacing, spent shell casing
Photographs that I'm erasing
Phono slots with pixel screams
Girls with guns on L.S.D.
[Verse 7]
Cell infection, mass destruction
Programmed for the final function
Lab rat king, rescue team
Save me from the next life
[Verse 8]
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 9]
'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 I made
Written by: Gerard Way, Joel Zimmerman
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