Come back to me, it's almost easy Come back again, it's almost easy I'm not insane, I'm not insane I'm not insane, I'm not, not insane (Set it off) (You learned your lesson) (It's still your fault) I feel insane every single time

We want it all and we want it now Tonight I'll watch your fires burn out With guns in hand we pry these guns from yours And it's burning down the walls you built high And there's a steady stream of anger And it's spilling from the coasts A tidal wave A

Come back to me, it's almost easy Come back again, it's almost easy I'm not insane, I'm not insane I'm not insane, I'm not, not insane (Set it off) (You learned your lesson) (It's still your fault) I feel insane every single time

Angels love bad men that's how it's always been They give their whole hearts when they fall Love holds their hearts against the wall When his stolen gold has turned to rust He rides off in a cloud of dust Lookin' for a border he can cross She'll stand by

It's just the lights coming on It's so easy to set off The molecules and the caplets They all have something against me Nothing I do makes me feel different This one's like your sister's best friends In a bath calling you to join them Can't avoid them

We've let go. This vacancy will take everything this world can offer. But what is control (what is control) We live in slavery to a past we cannot escape, And I say it's worth it to just start again, again. We've focused so long on ideals of freedom That

We're always fixing something that was never broken We're on and off again like sobriety Get back together every time you're done throwing a fit So when you gonna quit Breaking up with me You say it's over, with a middle finger But then you're calling

It's Christmas Eve And I've only wrapped two fucking presents And I'll never talk to you again Unless your Dad'll suck me off I'll never talk to you again Unless your mum will touch my cock, I'll never talk to you again Ejaculate into a sock, I'll never

Whoa, whoa. Let this end, Eighteen years pushed to the ledge. It's come to this, A weightless step. (Whoa) Make it stop. I plan to go on living Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled, Then gone forever.

Dripping beard as cold as hell And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail This Rememo is set for home It's personal but they need to know On a plane, on a plane Off to see the city girls again Only bringing what to carry on, So that you know I won't be long