Pierce the Veil - Disasterology

I lay d^Cown, I drink the p^Goison and I pass the fuck ^Emout. Now let me t^Gell you 'bout the ^Dgood life. I ^Emhave a million different k^Cinds of fun, when I'm as^Gleep and in a dream that I'm your only ^Emone.

Can we c^Create something beau^Dsus4tiful, and destr^Goy it'

No^Cbody knows I dream a^Embout it, this is my^G imagination.

If you come o^Cver tonight, we can travel through t^Gime. We can s^Amleep on the ceiling, and creep under b^Emlack lights. I have a million different g^Cirls that hide under my b^Ged, and when I let 'em out, they t^Emreat me right.

Oh what a w^Caste of a perfectly g^Good, clean, wrist. (You were sc^Emreaming 'til the ^Ampolice c^Emame.) Can we cr^Ceate something beau^Dsus4tiful, and destr^Goy it'

Nob^Cody knows I dream a^Embout it, this is my^G imagination. If e^Emvery living thing dies alone, wh^Gat am I doing here' If e^Emvery living thing dies a^Glone, what am I doing h^Amere' (Fuck it!)

It's the ^Amend of the world! It's the end of the world, you and ^Emme should spend the r^Gest of it in ^Clove!

Can we cr^Ceate something beaut^Dsus4iful, and dest^Groy it'

No^Cbody knows I dream a^Embout it, this is my^G imagination. If e^Emvery living thing dies alone, what^G am I doing here' If e^Every living thin^Gg dies alone, ^Emwhat am I doing h^Cere' Oh, ^Gno.