(I like those sounds)
(Turn the lights off)

I saw a billboard
Advertising God
I climbed the ladder
I saw the ways
That this city was flawed

I hemmed and hawed
I sold my body
So my brain could eat
But I will not admit defeat
I will not admit defeat
I will not

Apocalypse was
Supposed to happen before this song
We're all grown up now
I think that time's gone on too long

The tide is strong
There's nothing wrong
With being swept out to sea
But I will not admit defeat
I will not admit defeat
I will not

If you feel like the tip of a match
If you feel like the tip of a match
If you feel like the tip of a match
If you feel like the tip of a match
Then strike yourself
On something rough