| Sink until you’re unimpaired |
| Slow motion like a rolling high |
| We can hear you loud and clear |
| Suicide season is upon and high |
| I am always saying, «Let the good times roll» |
| Kick your mind open like a punk rock show |
| Uppercut bleeding to the softened nose |
| You didn’t come home injured, but you say it was a good show |
| 'Cause every single fucking day, I try to roll my eyes in pain |
| One hit, now I’m lost in shit |
| Give up, give up |
| Give up, give up |
| Give up, give up |
| I can’t hear you |
| Through the tension |
| Through the tension |
| Through the tension, right now |
| (This is only a distraction) |
| Swing, batter up, let’s play |
| Power until the target bleeds |
| This gun will never turn on me |
| So |
| when you drop that blade |
| Why you always saying, «Let that shit go»? |
| Penny-wise fashion on the sad skid row |
| A gentrified neighborhood on blood soaked holes |
| All the light’s a little further now they’re coming, make a good show |
| 'Cause every single fucking day, I try to roll my eyes in pain |
| One hit, now I’m lost in shit |
| Give up, give up |
| Give up, give up |
| Give up, give up |
| I can’t hear you |
| Through the tension |
| Through the tension |
| Through the tension, right now |
| Yo |
| I kept tryin' to save my life |
| But I’ll feel through the dark, without you |
| I set fires ablaze inside |
| I stepped in to the light, to blind you |
| Give up, give up |
| Give up, give up |
| Give up, give up |
| I can’t hear you |
| Through the tension |
| Through the tension |
| Through the tension, right now |
| I can’t hear you |
| I can’t hear you |
| I can’t hear you |