King for a Day - Pierce The Veil, Kellin Quinn

Vic:

Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge

Kellin:

I bet you never had a Friday night like this

Vic:

Keep it up, Keep it up lets raise our hands

Kellin:

Take a look up in the sky and I see red.

Vic

Red for the cancer, Red for the wealthy,

Red for the drink that’s mixed with suicide.

Everything red.

Kellin:

Please, won’t you push me for the last time,

Let’s scream until there’s nothing left

So sick of playing I don’t want this anymore.

The thought of you is no fucking fun.

You want a martyr, I’ll be one because enough is enough,

we’re done.

Vic:

You told me «think about it"Well I did

Now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore

I’m tired of begging for the things that I want,

I’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor.

The thing I think I love

Will surely bring me pain

Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame

Three cheers for throwing up Pubescent drama queen

You make me sick, I make it worse by drinking late.

Kellin:

(scream, scream, scream)

Until there’s nothing left

So sick of playing I don’t want to anymore

The thought of you is no fucking fun

You want a martyr I’ll be one

Because enough’s enough we’re done

Vic:

You told me, «Think about it"well I did

Now I don’t wanna feel a thing anymore

I’m tired of begging for the things that I want

I’m over sleeping like a dog on the floor.