King for a Day

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge I bet you never had a Friday night like this Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands I take a look up in the sky and I see red Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide! Everything! Red! [Pre-Chorus] Please, won't you push me for the Last time, let's scream until there's Nothing left, so sick of Playing, I don't want this anymore The thought of you is no fucking Fun, you want a martyr, I'll be One, because Enough's enough, we're done [Chorus] You told me, "Think about it," well, I did Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore I'm tired of begging for the things that I want I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor [Post-Chorus] Yeah! [Verse 2] The thing I think I love Will surely bring me pain Intoxication, paranoia And a lot of fame Three cheers for throwing up Pubescent drama queens You make me sick, I make it Worse by drinking late [Pre-Chorus] Scream, scream, scream, scream Scream, scream until there's Nothing left, so sick of Playing, I don't want this anymore The thought of you is no fucking Fun, you want a martyr, I'll be One, because Enough's enough, we're done [Chorus] You told me, "Think about it," well, I did (Well, I did) Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore I'm tired of begging for the things that I want I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor Imagine living like a king someday A single night without a ghost in the walls And if the bass shakes the earth underground We'll start a new revolution now [Post-Chorus] Alright, here we go! [Bridge] Hail Mary, forgive me Blood for blood, hearts beating Come at me, now this is war Fuck with this new beat, oh! [Breakdown] Now terror begins inside a bloodless vein I was just a product of the street youth rage Born in this world without a voice or say Caught in the spokes with an abandoned brain I know you well, but this ain't a game Blow the smoke in diamond shape Dying is a gift, so close your eyes And rest in peace! [Chorus] You told me, "Think about it," well, I did Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore I'm tired of begging for the things that I want I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor Imagine living like a king someday A single night without a ghost in the walls We are the shadows screaming, "Take us now!" We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground [Outro] Shit...
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Credits
- Writers
- Vic Fuentes
- Mike Fuentes
- Kellin Quinn
- Curtis Peoples
- Tony Perry
- Jaime Preciado
- Steve Solomon