sahlo folina.

get behind me, i bet this nepotistic mindset will help us get ours as we're growing.

dusting off my jumpsuit.

we don't get enough love? well, they get a fraction. they say 'how could he go if he's got everything? i'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king.'

can't stop thinking about if and when i die, for now i see that if and when are truly different cries, for if is purely panic and when is solemn sorrow and one invades today, while the other spies tomorrow.

and that's when going under starts to take my wonder but until that time, i'll try to sing this

dusting off my jumpsuit.

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

chorus, verse, chorus, verse, now here comes the eight, wait.

sahlo folina.

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

save your razor blades now, not yet, save your razor blades now, not yet.

he's got no friends close but those who know him most know he goes by nico.

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

this is the sound we make when in between two places, where we used to bleed, and where our blood needs to be.

for you, i know they think it’s messed up to sell out for your girl.

my middle name, my goodbye.

sometimes i feel cold, even paralyzed, my interior world needs to sanitize.

sleep in a well-lit room, don't let the shadow through and sever all i knew.

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

rebel red carnation grows while i decay.

did they know i was grown with you? if they're here to smoke, know i'll go with you. just keep it outside, keep it outside, yeah.

they know that it's almost, they know that it's almost over.

oh, i know how to levitate up off my feet and ever since the seventh grade i learned to fire-breathe and though i feed on things that fell, you can learn to levitate with just a little help. learn to levitate with just a little help.

not done, not done, not done, josh dun.

lights, they blink to me, transmitting things to me. ones and zeroes. ergo this symphony.

i'm tired.

can you build my house with pieces? i'm just a chemical.

and that's when going under starts to take my wonder but until that time, i'll try to sing this

if there comes a day people posted up at the end of your driveway they're calling for your head and they're calling for your name.

at least they all know all they hear comes from a place.

they know that it's almost over.

i crumble underneath the weight pressures of a new place roll my way.

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

can you build my house with pieces? i'm just a chemical.

chorus, verse, chorus, verse, now here comes the eight, wait.

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

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

sipping on straight chlorine, let the vibe slide over me.

it might take some friends and a warmer shirt, but you don't get thick skin without getting burnt.

'cause they won't get them. no, they won't get them. they won't get them, but they won't get them.

i've been tested like the ends of a weathered flag that's by the sea.

i don't mind at all, lean on my pride, lean on my pride, i'm a lion.

dusting off my jumpsuit.

i've been tested like the ends of a weathered flag that's by the sea.

yeah, they might be talking behind your head, your exterior world can step off instead.

this beat is a chemical, beat is a chemical.

i look forward to having a lunch with you again.

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

welcome to trench.