cannibal thoughts,
eat their way out of my head,
don't I know I'm worthless?
don't I wish I was dead?
but I pick up the guitar,
and write it in the red,
of the pain I can't escape,
but I can form it into shape,
into beautiful noise,
am I beautiful?
and it takes me way back when,
Punk Rock was my only friend,
and it's beautiful noise,
and it's beautiful,

let it out now,

in juvenile hall, 
in the psych ward, on the street,
got a song in my head,
and it sings me oh so sweet,
and I'm better than dead,
so I've put it on repeat,
sitting in my foster home,
no one'd ever been so alone,
but she made me a mixed tape,
and it helped me to escape,
this planet that I'm on,
you can't hurt me because I'm gone,
into beautiful noise,
into beautiful,

don't need no family,
no bank to scam me,
no church to damn me,
with hands cold and clammy,
no school to fool me,
no rule to rule me.
they lie so cruelly,
and one day soon you'll see,

let it out now,

all of my life,
trying so hard to shock,
there was a time,
when the key became a lock,
and I threw away my studs,
and shaved off my mohawk,
but I'm back, and all is Zen,
and we've fallen in love again,
me and my beautiful noise,
am I beautiful?
four chords and an angry taunt,
it can be whatever we want,
and it's beautiful noise,
and it's beautiful,

beautiful noise.

Beautiful Noise

So I've been thinking. Like, a heart turned upside down looks like a bum. Right? A bum drop. Can you even imagine? If it was raining bum drops?

Beautiful Noise

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