Tip of a Match

I like those sounds

Turn the lights off

I saw a billboard advertising God

I climbed the ladder, I saw the ways that the city was fraud

I found it odd

I sold my body so my brain could eat

But I will not admit defeat

I will not admit defeat, I will

Apocalypse was supposed to happen before they saw

We're all grown up now, I think that time's gone on too long

The tide is strong

There's nothin' wrong with bein' swept out to sea

But I will not admit defeat

I will not admit defeat, I will not

If you feel like the tip of a match

If you feel like the tip of a match

If you feel like the tip of a match

If you feel like the tip of a match then strike yourself on something