The Kill
I am an anarchist, an antichrist, an asterisk
I am an anorak, an acolyte, an accidental
I am 11 feet
Okay, eight
Six foot three
I fought the British and I won
I am a rocket ship
A jet fighter
A paper airplane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real
I have a tendency to exaggerate just a little bit
I am a plagiarist, apologist
A walrus coke head lizard, oh, oh
I am an optimist, a closeted misogynist
I fought the British and I won, oh, oh, ah
I have a wishing well
A living will
A magical eight-ball
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back
But the sun still sets on you
And the retarded party nobody came to
But you and so you drink to all the emptiness
Until you wake up and there's hell to pay again
And the punchlines point at you
And all the comebacks in the world are in your head
And you can't say them until everybody leaves
And it's just you and your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
I am an anorak, an acolyte, an accidental
I am 11 feet
Okay, eight
Six foot three
I fought the British and I won
I am a rocket ship
A jet fighter
A paper airplane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real
I have a tendency to exaggerate just a little bit
I am a plagiarist, apologist
A walrus coke head lizard, oh, oh
I am an optimist, a closeted misogynist
I fought the British and I won, oh, oh, ah
I have a wishing well
A living will
A magical eight-ball
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say what you will
I am the kill
The only thing that keeps you really truly safe from being real
Put Pat Sajak back in office
Put Pat Sajak back
But the sun still sets on you
And the retarded party nobody came to
But you and so you drink to all the emptiness
Until you wake up and there's hell to pay again
And the punchlines point at you
And all the comebacks in the world are in your head
And you can't say them until everybody leaves
And it's just you and your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
Credits
Writer(s): Jared Leto
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