Squawk, seven-five
Zero, zero mane
World in a barrel dripping some blood
Three dead riders
Gripping the reigns of saturn
In the last plastic cup
Couldn't make me into a hero
Couldn't turn me into a coward
Whatever history that you wrote
Blew away in the wind on your way down
From your ivory tower
Your words lost their power
You can aim down fire
We'll be down here living how we want
Never coming back, never coming back
Run into a smack with a hand to deliver
Never coming back, never coming back
Run into a smack with a hand to deliver
You always see right through me
When I am lost and out of place
You always watch me stumble down
While you wait for me to drown
Of all the ways I've given in
I can't believe it's not enough
To satisfy my endless search for any form of love
So I will stay my course until you break my wrists
Do everything you can to keep me silent
You wanna start a war with all that I stand for
You always see right through my, my masquerade
I know there's nowhere to hide, I'm cellophane
I feel like I'm gonna stay
I feel like I'm gonna change
I feel like I'm gonna stay
Never coming back, never coming back
Run into a smack with a hand to deliver
Never coming back, never coming back
Run into a smack with a hand to deliver
You always see right through me
When I am lost and out of place
You always watch me stumble down
While you wait for me to drown
You always see right through my, my masquerade
I know there's nowhere to hide, I'm cellophane
All of the handsome fiction will melt away
And when the flame burns brighter, evaporate
You always see right through my, my masquerade
I know there's nowhere to hide, I'm cellophane
All of the fabrications will melt away
And when the flame burns hotter
Oh, you should have listened to your friends (Step back, let go, step back, let go)
You would have been over this by now (I believe there's meaning, no, I believe there's nothing)
(I believe there's meaning, no, I believe there's nothing)
Over this by now (Step back, let go, step back, let go)
I'm found (Who drains the blood from my head? I do, I do)
(Who accepts me as I am? I do, I do)
What excuses do you make? (Repeat, repeat)
We own the night (Repeat, repeat)
(Repeat, repeat our history)
For one good note
Well, don't it feel good?
You got what you paid for
Well, don't it feel good?
You got what you paid for