Lyrics King For a Day

Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge?
Bet you never had a Friday night like this
Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands
Red for the cancer, Red for the wealthy,
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide
Everything red.

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.

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.

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 queen
You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late.

Until there's nothing left,
So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore.
The thought of you is no fucking fun,
You want a martyr, I'll be one
Because enough's enough, we're done.

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
And when the bass shakes the earth underground,
We'll start a new revolution, now

Hail Mary, forgive me,
Blood for blood, hearts beating
Come at me, now this is war
(fuck with this new beat)
OH the bridge comes in, but make sure each chord
gets only four beats before going back in
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 a say
Caught in the spokes with an abandoned brain
I know you well but this ain't a game
Blow the smoke in a diamond shape
Dying is a gift so close your eyes and rest in peace

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 oversleeping 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
(shit)