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 not 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 nothing wrong with me swept out to sea But I will not admit defeat I will not admit defeat I will not (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 Ah Oh Oh, oh Ah, oh