So I've been thinking of doing this dumb thing with small parts of lyrics and putting in small sections by a certain artist. Idk I'm weird.
Twenty Øne Piløts
Gangsters don't cry therefore therefore I'm Mr. Misty eye therefore I'm. Can you save, can you save my, can you save my heavy dirty soul. Can you save, can you save my, can you save my heavy dirty soul. From me. From me.
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed, sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.
I'm evil to the core. What I shouldn't do I will. They say I'm emotional. What I wouldn't save I'll kill. Is that who I truly am? I truly don't have a chance. Tomorrow we'll keep a beat, and repeat yesterday's dance.
Fear might be the death of me. Fear leads to anxiety. Don't know what's inside off me. Don't forget about me.
If it wasn't for this music I don't know how I would've fought this. Regardless. All these song I'm hearing are so heartless. Don't trust a perfect person and don't trust a song that's flawless.
I will make you queen of everything you see. I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease.
When the leader of the bad guys sang, something soft and soaked in pain, I heard the echo from his secret hideaway. He must've forgot to close his door, as he cranked out the dismal chords, and his four walls declared him insane.
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young, how come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from? I'd make a candle out of it off I ever found it, try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one.
I swear I heard demons yelling, those crazy words they were spelling, they told me I was gone, they told me I was gone.
There's faith and there's sleep. We need to pick one please because, faith is to be awake, and to be awake is for us to think, and for us to think is to be alive, and I will try with every rhyme, to come across like I am dying to let you know you need to try to think.
Just because we checked the guns at the door doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades. You living under psychopath city next to you, you living under murderer city next to you.
I don't care what's in your hair, I just want to know what's on your mind. I used to say I want to die before I'm old, but because of you I might think twice.
You fell asleep in my, car I drove the whole time, but that's okay I'll just avoid the hole so you sleep fine. I'm driving here I sit, cursing my government, for not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement.
I do not know, why I would go, in front of you, and hide my soul. Cause you're the only one who knows it, yeah you're the only one that knows it. And I will hide, behind my pride, and I don't know why I think I could lie, cause there's a screen on my chest. Yeah there's a screen on my chest.
I know what you think in the morning, when the sun shines on the ground, and shows what you have done, and shows where your mind has gone. And you swear it to your parents, that it will never happen again. I know, I know, what that means, I know.
Nobody thinks what I think. Nobody dreams when they blink. Think things on the brink of blasphemy, I'm my own shrink. Think things are after me, my catastrophe, at my kitchen sink. You don't know what that means. Cause a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me.
There's a lot of songs missing from this small selection, but that's where you guys come in, blazing my mind up with song names and such. Continue listing song names so I can keep adding onto this list.
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