Meet Me At the Graveyard
I'm giving up, I'm going down
But I don't care I'm fucking young
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm fucking up, head underground
But I don't care I'll leave my mark
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm giving up, I'm going down
But I don't care I'm fucking young
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm fucking up, head underground
But I don't care I'll leave my mark
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
All these people telling me I can't make it
Do they really think I'm gonna fall for it
Yeah I've seen too many movies, read too many stories
Yeah line 'em up, bang bang bang bang
So meet me at the graveyard
Will you be my trump card
Sing me a song now
Do me a wrong now
Will you ride with me
Will you fight with me
Will you rise with me
Will you die with me
I'm giving up, I'm going down
But I don't care I'm fucking young
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm fucking up, head underground
But I don't care I'll leave my mark
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
Ok,
What you say, what they say
Okay but what do I say
For all the times I ran away
Keep the wolves at bay
And fuck the pain away
Light out, black out
The skeletons are out
Okay you want me
But fuck do I need me
I need me to be me
Why the fuck won't you let me
You're trying to cage me
I just wanna be free
I just wanna be me
When the reaper comes for me
Fuck I'm ready to live
And I just gotta believe
In what I'm try'na achieve
I know I'll have to give
My fucking life to win
The fucking bet I'm in
I'm a motherfucking anarchist
I'll burn it all down to the ground
Yeah I know, that I'll have to give
My fucking life to win
The fucking bet I'm in
I'm a motherfucking anarchist
I'll burn it all down to the ground
I'm giving up, I'm going down
But I don't care I'm fucking young
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm fucking up, head underground
But I don't care I'll leave my mark
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm giving up, I'm going down
But I don't care I'm fucking young
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm fucking up, head underground
But I don't care I'll leave my mark
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
Okay bitch I'll be telling you one time
And I won't do it half-time
So be ready kill your mind
Now your ass is mine
Now my life is mine
Call yourself an anarchist
But I still think you need a therapist
A therapist, philanthropist, a moralist, a lyricist
Do you really think that someone will give a fuck
About a couple songs you wrote down here in your basement
To tell you they won't would be an understatement
Alright I see you
And your pessimistic point of view
And I guess that it's true
That you and me makes two
But we gotta burry the hatchet and forget that war
So we don't end up falling through another trapdoor
Do you understand now the price you'll have to pay
Can you feel it now, you have to disobey
Will you ride with me
Will you fight with me
Will you rise with me
Will you die with me
Will you take me to the graveyard
And please don't make me dig up her bones
But I don't care I'm fucking young
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm fucking up, head underground
But I don't care I'll leave my mark
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm giving up, I'm going down
But I don't care I'm fucking young
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm fucking up, head underground
But I don't care I'll leave my mark
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
All these people telling me I can't make it
Do they really think I'm gonna fall for it
Yeah I've seen too many movies, read too many stories
Yeah line 'em up, bang bang bang bang
So meet me at the graveyard
Will you be my trump card
Sing me a song now
Do me a wrong now
Will you ride with me
Will you fight with me
Will you rise with me
Will you die with me
I'm giving up, I'm going down
But I don't care I'm fucking young
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm fucking up, head underground
But I don't care I'll leave my mark
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
Ok,
What you say, what they say
Okay but what do I say
For all the times I ran away
Keep the wolves at bay
And fuck the pain away
Light out, black out
The skeletons are out
Okay you want me
But fuck do I need me
I need me to be me
Why the fuck won't you let me
You're trying to cage me
I just wanna be free
I just wanna be me
When the reaper comes for me
Fuck I'm ready to live
And I just gotta believe
In what I'm try'na achieve
I know I'll have to give
My fucking life to win
The fucking bet I'm in
I'm a motherfucking anarchist
I'll burn it all down to the ground
Yeah I know, that I'll have to give
My fucking life to win
The fucking bet I'm in
I'm a motherfucking anarchist
I'll burn it all down to the ground
I'm giving up, I'm going down
But I don't care I'm fucking young
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm fucking up, head underground
But I don't care I'll leave my mark
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm giving up, I'm going down
But I don't care I'm fucking young
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
I'm fucking up, head underground
But I don't care I'll leave my mark
And it feels right, yeah it feels right
Okay bitch I'll be telling you one time
And I won't do it half-time
So be ready kill your mind
Now your ass is mine
Now my life is mine
Call yourself an anarchist
But I still think you need a therapist
A therapist, philanthropist, a moralist, a lyricist
Do you really think that someone will give a fuck
About a couple songs you wrote down here in your basement
To tell you they won't would be an understatement
Alright I see you
And your pessimistic point of view
And I guess that it's true
That you and me makes two
But we gotta burry the hatchet and forget that war
So we don't end up falling through another trapdoor
Do you understand now the price you'll have to pay
Can you feel it now, you have to disobey
Will you ride with me
Will you fight with me
Will you rise with me
Will you die with me
Will you take me to the graveyard
And please don't make me dig up her bones
Credits
Writer(s): Alexandre Duquette
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