Pyro Pyro

[Intro]

Are you ready?

[Verse 1: Sam Matlock, Milkie Way]

We're in a messed up situation

A messed up situation

I've got a chest so tight it's caged my lungs

Even Houdini couldn't get out of this one

I'm reeling by the day

Can't seem to make sense of this place

I call my head

Better get the fuck out of my way

[Chorus: Sam Matlock & Milkie Way]

We're all starting to get a little psycho, psycho (Yeah!)

And if you keep us locked up we're gonna burn it down like pyro, pyro

It's been sixteen weeks

Can't swallow this

Hard medicine

[Verse 2: Sam Matlock, Milkie Way]

Hey, hey, bring out your dead

Wash off the life and go back to bed

Chlorine, chlorine in my dreams

Chlorine you're my everything

Ladies and gentlemen what we are now experiencing is known as the tipping point

The world feels faster when you're falling and the city's brighter when it's burning

[Chorus: Sam Matlock & Milkie Way]

We're all starting to get a little psycho, psycho (Yeah!)

And if you keep us locked up we're gonna burn it down like pyro, pyro

It's been sixteen weeks

Can't swallow this

Hard medicine

[Post-Chorus: Milkie Way]

Dress me up and wipe me clean

Shadows always cling to me

Paper bodies in the streets

They came unplugged from the big machine

Lovers lost to the beast that feeds

Giving birth to insanity

Burning cities in my dreams

I've come unplugged from the big machine

[Breakdown: Sam Matlock, Milkie Way]

There's blood, there's blood

Strike your matches till they're used up

This is too big for us to topple

Bring wood and oil

There's blood, there's blood

Strike your matches till they're used up

This is too big for us to topple

Bring wood and oil

[Bridge]

Hey hey, bring out your dead

Wash off the life and go back to bed

Hey hey, bring out your dead

Wash off the life and go back to bed

[Chorus: Sam Matlock & Milkie Way]

We're all starting to get a little psycho, psycho (Yeah!)

And if you keep us locked up we're gonna burn it down like pyro, pyro

It's been sixteen weeks

Can't swallow this

Hard medicine

[Post-Chorus: Sam Matlock & Milkie Way]

Dress me up and wipe me clean

Shadows always cling to me

Paper bodies in the streets

They came unplugged from the big machine

Lovers lost to the beast that feeds

Giving birth to insanity

Burning cities in my dreams

I've come unplugged from the big machine