The Judge
Twenty One Pilots - Blurryface
When the leader of the bad guys sang
Something soft and soaked in pain
I heard the echo from his secret hideaway
He must've forgot to close his door
As he cranked out those dismal chords
And his four walls declared him insane.
I know my soul's freezing
Hell's hot for good reason
Three lights are lit but the fourth one's out
I can tell 'cause it's a bit darker than the last night's bout
I forgot about the drought of lightbulbs in this house
down a route I think is heading south
But I'm not good with directions and I hide behind my mouth
I'm a pro at imperfections and I'm best friends with my doubt
And now that my mind's out
and now I hear it clear and loud
I probably shoulda stayed inside my house."
I know my soul's freezing
Hell's hot for good reason
I don't know if this song is a surrender or a revel
I don't know if this one is about me or the devil.
I don't know if this song is a surrender or a revel
I don't know if this one is about me or the devil.
I know my soul's freezing
Hell's hot for good reason