They're these terrors, and its like
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my
They're theses terrors and its like
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat

Like last night, uh, they're not like tremors
They're worse than tremors they're, they're theses terrors
Like last night, uh, they're not like tremors
They're worse than tremors they're, they're theses terrors

And its like
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat
And squeezing and
It feels like as if somebody was gripping my throat

Some say, now suffer all the children
And walk away a savior
Or a madman and polluted
From gutter institutions
Don't you breathe for me
Undeserving of your sympathy
'Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did

And through it all
How could you cry for me?
'Cause I don't feel bad about it
So shut your eyes
Kiss me goodbye
And sleep
Just sleep

The hardest part is letting go of your dreams

A drink for the horror that I'm in
For the good guys, and the bad guys
For the monsters in our beds
Three cheers for tyranny
Unapologetic apathy
'Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again

And through it all
How could you cry for me?
'Cause I don't feel bad about it
So shut your eyes
Kiss me goodbye
And sleep
Just sleep

The hardest part's the awful things that I've seen

Sometimes I see flames and sometimes
I see people that I love dying and, it's always

Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep

Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
And I can't, I can't ever wake up

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Writer(s): Bob Bryar, Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Michael Way, Ray Toro