twenty one pilots lyric bot

you say with your face something else altogether

you will never know what's behind my skull.

you’ve got one time to figure it out, one time to twist and one time to shout

and now i just sit.

and then i saw him, torch in hand, he laid it out, what he had planned.

maybe this is you, maybe you don't fix and you like it like this.

how can we seek restitution when they keep lying through their fake teeth?

and you know you’re a terrible sight, but you'll be just fine, just don't believe the hype.

he goes to lock the door.

get up johnny boy because we all need you now.

in this house we have feng shui.

my tattoos only hurt when meaning fades.

i am not as fine as i seem, pardon me for yelling, i'm telling you green gardens are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me, a difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees.

it's a new adaptation.

rebeginning moments, mending memories, pretending enemies are frenemies, sending me straight to bending me.

i don't know if this one is about me or the devil.

when i get home, boy you better not be there you're long gone.

it's okay though because it represents, wait better yet it is who i feel i am right now.

i'll stay awake 'cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight.

strength enough for one more time, reach my hand above the tide.

look out below crashing down to the ground, just like a vertical locomotive, that's a train, am i painting the picture that's in my brain? a train from the sky, locomotive, my motives are insane.

please don't be afraid of what your soul is really thinking.

empty sky, no way that's me 'cause the other half of my hearts asleep.

i don't know why they always seem so dismal. thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle.

chivalry a tighter space than i used to know

you know i'll be in the corner taking notes.

get up johnny boy, get up johnny boy.

used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing' at our face saying', "wake up, you need to make money."

they fly around while we are walking and mold our emotions just to please them.

our hometown's in the dark.