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Pardon me for yelling I'm telling you green gardens
are not what's growing in my psyche,it's a different me
a difficult beast feasting on burnt-down trees
freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait
something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead
and how it is a fort that holds back contents
that make Parandora's box contents look non-violent
Edits~would you look at that, they weren't able to guess twenty one pilots-migraine
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laugh because they know you're sad
They sing because they know you're angry
They attack because they know you're scared
They picked on you ever since you were young
They laughed until sanity you had none
You had nothing while they had their fun
And yet you still call them your friends
Thats a sad life you're living
And I bet you want to escape it, badly
They sing because they know you're angry
They attack because they know you're scared
They picked on you ever since you were young
They laughed until sanity you had none
You had nothing while they had their fun
And yet you still call them your friends
Thats a sad life you're living
And I bet you want to escape it, badly
See me dance, see me twirl it, work it, oooh I’m so fancy
I’m your fix, da beez kneez, I’m like candy in your tummy
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop it
Because this bass is so money
Good luck trying to figure this one out
'Cus I'm the phone guy
I'm here to take the care and the fear
Once the time ends near I will not be here
Yeah I'm the phone guy
Ring Ring
These are all the rules I bring
There's not a lot of time before I trust you to survive!
I'm the phone guy
Tick Tock
Watch the hours on the clock
Time has arisen to be careful of decisions you make
I am the phone guy!
Yes I am
The phone guy!
There's a place in the dark horror stories go to hide
Buried deep underground pain and torment mechanized
Whoa... on a lit up stage
Whoa...
Terror's on display
There's a place in the dark horror stories go to hide
Buried deep underground pain and torment mechanized
Whoa... on a lit up stage
Terror's on display
The pictures in his mind awoke
And began
To breed
They started out beneath the knowledge tree
Then they chopped it down to make white picket fences
And then marching along the railroad tracks
They smiled real wide for the camera lenses
They made it past the enemy lines
Just to become enslaved in the assembly lines
and when the love is dead
come and get your butcher knife!
open up my heart and make me happy
come and get your butcher knife!
Through the woods a girl came sadly.
Something broken in her chest.
She had dared to love another.
Alas, no better than the rest.
Up my path the girl came gladly.
Something opened up my doors.
I longed to stop her bleeding heart.
And so I called her to my shores.
Those you trust will hurt you badly.
Something now I'm sure you see.
So drown your tears in me my dear.
As you drown, my dear, in me.