Bubble

Why do you worship what you don't understand? I'll show you how to hold fire in the palm of your hand We'll redefine what you think it means to die Let's make trouble, pop that bubble, and bring you to the light Kill the queen and take her throne We can rearrange your skin and bones Let's get weird, you can wear my crown Turn this fucked up world even more upside down You keep on pickin' that, pickin' that, pickin' that scab I'm gonna take, take, take you down You keep on pickin' that, pickin' that, pickin' that scab I'm gonna take, take, take you down I wanna pop that bubble Good boys don't go to heaven Good girls don't go to heaven Good boys don't go to heaven Good girls don't go to heaven Can you surrender and let me take control? Fill you up with so much midnight that I'll black out your soul We speak in tongues to give weight to the lies Let's make trouble, pop that bubble, and bring you to the light Kill the queen and take her throne We can rearrange your skin and bones Let's get weird, you can wear my crown Turn this fucked up world even more upside down You keep on pickin' that, pickin' that, pickin' that scab I wanna pop that bubble Good boys don't go to heaven Good girls don't go to heaven Good boys don't go to heaven Good girls don't go to heaven You seek perfection With no direction Come join the party And choose your weapon You seek perfection, darlin' But lack direction So, join the party And choose your weapon Good boys don't go to heaven Good girls don't go to heaven Good boys don't go to heaven Good girls don't go to heaven Good boys don't go to heaven I wanna pop that bubble Good girls don't go to heaven I wanna pop that bubble Good boys don't go to heaven I wanna pop that bubble Good girls don't go to heaven I wanna pop that bubble