P.s. Don't Write:

While آپ were fucking off
I went and found something new
Packed up all my shit
چرا لیا, چوری کی back all my tapes
Left your spare key under the mat
This is not a joke
You'd better learn to take a hint
Cause I'm not coming back
Maybe you'll understand when you're waking up alone
In a cold and empty bed

If you're reading this, I'm gone
Happy birthday
PS - Don't write
Cause آپ will not get a reply

While آپ were fucking off
I got my life in shape
Somewhere along the line
I found a hidden strength that I didn't know I had
Standing on my own
Cutting all the strings that آپ used to control
Surprise surprise
I am long gone

If آپ thought آپ could keep me down
سے طرف کی holding me up
آپ were wrong
آپ don't call the shots anymore

While آپ were fucking off
I learned to love myself again
Even better now
I learned to hate you
C'est la vie, baby
We're through
See آپ around
Maybe on the sixth of never

Wes my eyes are burning red, and thoughts of murder run through my head. oh my eyes are bloodshot red, put a bullet right through my head. i am my own bomb, i am my own slave. i hate my life now, and all of this is because if you. i wanna die, i hate myself. is anyone listening? no. i wanna lay low, but آپ want a funeral. آپ are a lie, and i am the liar. آپ can all go fuck yourselves. all this poison inside my brain has دیا false hope it's such a shame. i'm done, this is my last call. oh god just take me away

I'll take an ear to feed the pigs
I'll bleed them all to get my fix
A hookers scream heard around the world
My sharpened چھری begs to explore
The N.Y.P.D. ain't got shit on me
I carve them up with the flick of my wrist
You'll never find a fucking fingerprint
I'll run the world, I'll lie and steal
None can match my scalpel skill
The N.Y.P.D. ain't got shit on me
No rest no rest no fucking arrest
I'll paint this town blood red tonight
Erase this scum from my fucking sight.
A gift from god doing the devils crimes
I set shit right one whore at a time
A gift from god doing the devils crime
I'll carve these bitches one slice at a time
آپ better catch me before I have مزید fun.

In the name of
Ray, Mickey, Fank,and Bob
and Gerard Way, Amen.

Hail Frank,
Full of awsomeness,
Jamia is with thy.
Blessed are tho among fans,
and blessed is the rock of thy awsome music.
Holy Frankie,
father of rock+guitar,
pray for us outcasts, now and forever,
and giving us inspiration to build ourselves.
your brilliant talent radiates over all,
giving us hope and confidence
for آپ are with us,forever
and ever..

AMEN OMF.


OH MY FRANK

“You’ll never be fucking normal because nobody is fucking normal.”