Professional Griefers (Feat. Gerard Way)

Professional Griefers

 I like the sound of the broken pieces
 I like the lights that assign where she sits
 We got machines but the kids got Jesus
 We like to move like we both don't need this

 God can’t hear you, they will fight you
 Watch them build a friend just like you
 Morning Sickness, XYZ
 Teenage Girls with ESP

 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 be
 Another world outside that’s full of
 All the awful things that I made

 We like to dance but the dead go faster
 Turn up the slam and a barcode blaster
 We want the cash or the junk you’re after
 Rise up control for the mixtape master

 Self-correction, mass dissection
 Death squad brats are in detention
 Morning sickness, XYZ
 Boys with bombs in NME
 [bad word]  special castings
 Photographs that I’m erasing
 Phono slots with picture screens
 Girls with guns on LSD

 Self-infraction, mass [bad word]  Programmed for the final function
 Lab Rat King, rescue team
 Save me from the next life

 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 be
 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 I made.