[blurryface]

Put on your war paint! You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down. Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground. We are the jack-o'-lanterns in July, setting fire to the sky. Here it comes, there's the rising tied, so come on! Put on your war paint!

Hey, young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? I'm gonna change you like a remix then I'll raise you like a phoenix. Wearing all vintage misery, no I think it looked a little better on me. I'm gonna change you like a remix, then I'll raise you like a phoenix.