Bad Frequencies

This is the coast Where dreams go to die But we won't die alone So wipe the tears from your eyes And let's go I'll pull the blue from the sky Let's die colorful All the sirens of the fire They're on a break let's glow Like a bright red switchblade knife buried in my skull Got some bad frequencies buried in my skull Like a bright red switchblade knife, it's never dull Like a bright red switchblade knife buried in my skull I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull Like a bright red switchblade knife, that's never dull Like a bright red switchblade knife, buried in my skull I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull Yeah, I've got some bad frequencies buried in my skull