And he wrote 666 Picking up a couple sticks Throw 'em in the fire 'Cus you know that she's a liar And you'll head back home And you'll wonder what she wrote On the bridge that night When she was out of sight And she wrote 666 Running 'round the edge of cliffs Preaching to the choir Plug in the amplifier Till she calls you when she's drunk 'Cus she said she feeling stuck And she says what she means But she sorta kinda screams Now you'll never really know Where these things are gonna go So you sit at home and hope That you'll find a way to cope And he wrote 666 Calling your psychiatrist Shatter windows with a brick Falling down and feeling sick Counting on another trick To figure how to deal with this Try for it you'll prolly miss And never land that final kiss Live a story for the kids Or do it just for shits and gigs Tryna make a memory That lasts for all eternity Something you can reminisce To try to bring you back to bliss Running out of energy The feeling of the century So you wrote 666 Everybody goes through this Sit down and pretend That this thing will never end So you keep it in your head Because its better left unsaid Now you're leaving her on read 'Cus you guess you got mislead But you think you feel okay Enough to see another day But you can't go on much longer When you're feeling this way So you get help from a friend Who just can't seem to comprehend Why you'd want to put an end To the time you haven't spent And he wrote 666 Calling your psychiatrist Shatter windows with a brick Falling down and feeling sick Counting on another trick To figure how to deal with this Try for it you'll prolly miss And never land that final kiss Live a story for the kids Or do it just for shits and gigs Tryna make a memory That lasts for all eternity Something you can reminisce To try to bring you back to bliss Running out of energy The feeling of the century