And it feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat}
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my
{I can’t, I can’t ever wake up}
And sometimes I see people that I love dying
Don't you breathe for me undeserving of your sympathy
And it’s always
Like last night, uh, they’re not like tremors
A drink for the horror that I'm in
Some say now suffer all the children and walk away a savior
The hardest part is letting go of your dreams
And squeezing and
And sleep, just sleep
{And it’s like
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat}
And it’s always}
{They’re these terrors, and it’s like
Wake up!
Just sleep, just sleep
And sometimes I see people that I love dying
And through it all, how could you cry for me?
Publishers: BLOW THE DOORS OFF CHICAGO MUSIC, BLOW THE DOORS OFF THE JERSEY SHORE
And through it all, how could you cry for me?
So shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye
They’re worse than tremors they’re, they’re theses terrors
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat
Wake up!
Songwriters: Bob Bryar, Frank Iero, Raymond Toro, Gerard Arthur Way, Michael Way
They’re worse than tremors they’re, they’re theses terrors}
So shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye
Sometimes I see flames
They’re theses terrors and it’s like
Just sleep, just sleep
{Like last night, uh, they’re not like tremors
{Sometimes I see flames
‘Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again
Just sleep, just sleep
The hardest part’s the awful things that I've seen
For the monsters that I've been
‘Cause I don't feel bad about it
And sleep, just sleep
Three cheers for tyranny, unapologetic apathy
For the good guys and the bad guys
Or a madman and polluted from gutter institutions
‘Cause I don't feel bad about it
‘Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did
Wake up!