Dead kids everywhere
Pull up with that beat
Black fur, nose bleeds
Gold teeth, can't sleep
We've been tripping on that black pavement
In the parking lot till we rip knees out of our jeans
Trynna make a statement
Move our legs we're never latent
Coming from the punk scene last week
Rewriting the meaning of rockstar
Climbing the marble steps like black tar
Wrapping our hair black and white scarves
Coz everyday we're searching for the spotlight
Begging for a red light, begging for a fist fight
Focused on our deaths, as if it's gonna make it right
With out this music, another juvenile suicide
Bling, bling, and gold teeth
Balaclavas to hide that we're smiling
The dead kids will ressurect
To show the world that we've been writing
Dead kids everywhere
Pull up with that beat
Black fur, nose bleeds
Gold teeth, can't sleep
Look right in front of you
You fucking pussy bitch
The answer is abysmal
Asylums taking roll call
Slam my faggot head into the stone wall
Spill thoughts out of my own skull
Coz everyday we're drowning in a manic blur
Yea, dead kids reading for the massacre
Started playing in bands to escape the world
Now we're standing on stages to spread our words
In cali we bury depression
Under the palm trees
Call ir paradise
Rolling our 6's in triplets
Awaiting our own demise
From sunrise to sunset
Try to forget but still we rise
Spit hate, resuscitate
Coz we've already bathed in their lies
They can't manage to find us a manager
That can manage all of this hate in us
Burn down all of the building of all of the labels
That think they're control the fate of us
And when everyone seems to be hating us
We will breathe and die with this great in us
Don't give a fuck what they think of us
We will fight for those who have faith in us
Dead kids
Together we fall
This is our new life
This is our call