No Phun Intended

Mad World

I Need Something

Jar Of Hearts

I'm a Goner

No Love For The Weak Produced by sLIM

Yo, the Lord our Saviour, but the devil deceiving,
Congregation stealing, grand theft from the preacher,
Bamboozled by the treacherous leaders,
Sippin’ on that poison, got us all misbelieving.

Weaponry ban, narcos on demand,
Fed us lies, proposed white Jesus, that’s the plan,
Jungle fever, black man can’t be a believer,
Took the soul from the block, we shout for a rebirth.

Who we supposed to believe?
When the hands of the thieves, covered in blood, weave,
Business degrees get sent to the squat,
Rot, or get caught with a weapon in your hand, hot.x2

They preach love but live hate,
In a church where the truth’s got a twist of fate,
Evil creeping, like a thief in the night,
While we sing hallelujah, truth’s outta sight.

Grannies grieved, buried babies under the ground,
Dog-house rabies, lost but never found,
Spirit whisperin’, mislead in the night,
Deceive us, but we allocate all praises to Christ.

Who we supposed to believe?
When the hands of the thieves, covered in blood, weave,
Business degrees get sent to the squat,
Rot, or get caught with a weapon in your hand, hot. x2

Cutthroat, oak tree, and a rope,
Used to hang, now we hang with no hope,
What's your plan? Do you have one?
Or are you just here for the anthem, son?

Summoned those demons, dressed in noir,
Ski-mask ways, fresh cigar,
How far you willing to take it?
Waiting for the throne, while the truth’s vacant.

Who we supposed to believe?
When the hands of the thieves, covered in blood, weave,
Business degrees get sent to the squat,
Rot, or get caught with a weapon in your hand, hot. x2

Yo, the Lord our Saviour, but the devil deceiving,
Congregation stealing, grand theft from the preacher,
Bamboozled by the treacherous leaders,
Sippin’ on that poison, got us all misbelieving.

Weaponry ban, narcos on demand,
Fed us lies, proposed white Jesus, that’s the plan,
Jungle fever, black man can’t be a believer,
Took the soul from the block, we shout for a rebirth.

Who we supposed to believe?
When the hands of the thieves, covered in blood, weave,
Business degrees get sent to the squat,
Rot, or get caught with a weapon in your hand, hot.x2

They preach love but live hate,
In a church where the truth’s got a twist of fate,
Evil creeping, like a thief in the night,
While we sing hallelujah, truth’s outta sight.

Grannies grieved, buried babies under the ground,
Dog-house rabies, lost but never found,
Spirit whisperin’, mislead in the night,
Deceive us, but we allocate all praises to Christ.


Temporary Highs In The Violet Skies [Demo]

Album by Tyler Joseph of twenty one pilots

Goner (Original)

Unreleased track/cover that Tyler worked on while he was in college. Pretty sick.

I Need Something

Twenty One Pilots Database