One for the makeshift, two for the break-neck
Here for your martyrdom. Baby, here it comes
I'm sick with your distress, fires, and protests
A heart's only hardened when it's stone
I see in black and red a popular discontent of
All these little things that I now have
Want you to make me, one for the made me
I am not the only one
I'm awake while suffocating
Heaven help me, I'm not living
Black skies and white lights
Send poltergeists in pinstripes that
Make the stars scream and bleed
To share their shine
Here come the breakdown, all eyes and ears now
Done with your bullshit, I can't take it
Liars and cheaters, thieves and deceivers
Preying on your precious mind and you give in
It's like a war zone, here they could call home
All this hatred dropped like bombs and
Here comes the breakdown, all eyes and ears now
Done with your bullshit, because
Asegúrate de estar preparado
Para tu viaje a la otra vida
Far from the end game, pictures in still frame
Black-lit reflection caught in your eye
I can't seem to break you, move, push, or shake you
Still, you have a war cry in your voice
One for the makeshift
Two for the break-neck
Sick of your martyrdom
Stop your crying now