stay with me, my blood, you don't need to run.

i'll morph to someone else, i'm just a ghost.

in trench i'm not alone.

(josh dun!)

east is up, i'm fearless when i hear this on the low.

i'm so high, my jumpsuit takes me so high.

isn't what i want, blood is on my tongue, i cut my lip.

you know i had to do one on the record for her like this, you know i had to do one on the record for her like this, you know i had to do one on the record for her like this.

sahlo folina.

but this year, though i'm far from home, in trench i'm not alone.

felt it in my youth, feel it when i'm old.

now show up, show up, i know i shouldn't say this but a curse from you is all that i would need right now.

don't get me wrong, the rise in awareness is beating a stigma that no longer scares us, but for sake of discussion, in spirit of fairness could we give this some room for a new point of view?

the burning is so low it's concerning.

dusting off my jumpsuit.

i'm running' for my life, running' for my life.

rent a racehorse and force a sponsor, and start a concert, a complete diversion, start a mob and you can be quite certain we'll win but not everyone will get out no no, we'll win but not everyone will get out no no, we'll win but not everyone will get out.

no, i move slow. i want to stop time, i'll sit here 'til i find the problem.

eight days straight, eight hours each and not one line.

the burning is so low it's concerning, 'cause they know that when it goes out it's a glorious gone.

my middle name, my goodbye.

stay with me, no, you don't need to run.

i'll morph to someone else.

you're a legend in my own mind.

no, i don't know which way i’m going, but i can hear my way around.

my heart is with you hiding but my mind's not made.

no, i don't know which way i’m going, but i can hear my way around.

east is up, when bishops come together they will know that dema don't control us, dema don't control..

surrounded and up against a wall, i'll shred 'em all and go with you.

what they throw at me's too slow.

they know that it's almost over.

neon gravestones try to call, neon gravestones try to call for my bones. call, call, call, call, call...

for if and when we go above, the question still remains: are we still in love and is it possible we feel the same?

neon gravestones try to call, neon gravestones try to call for my bones. call, call, call, call, call...

don't feed me to the vultures, i am a vulture who feeds on pain.

no, no, we are not just graffiti on a passing train.

in time, i will leave the city.

i'm heavy, my jumpsuit is on steady.

for you, i’d go step to a dude much bigger than me.

what i say when i want to be enough, what a beautiful day for making a break for it.

you were one of those classic ones, now everybody knows.

we'll find a way to pay for it, maybe from all the money we made razor blade stores.

what are we here for if not to run straight through all our tormentors? but until that time, i'll try to sing this.

stay with me, no, you don't need to run.

you know i had to do one on the record for her like this, you know i had to do one on the record for her like this, you know i had to do one on the record for her like this.

what's my problem? don't get it twisted, it's with the people we praise who may have assisted.

nice to know my kind will be on my side, i don't believe the hype.

for you, i know i would get messed up, weigh 153.

and you know i got your six while you're working votes.

stay with me, my blood.