Lyrics: The pandemic has wrecked all that was left Of my failing country And now we are all refugees Struggling only to be free They brought back child labor When we should have been in quarantine And now they are moving to take away Women’s autonomy I wrote all of this while starving and homeless So don’t talk to me about Top 40 Trigger Warning! The following content contains material Trigger Warning! This music is not suitable for you The war in Ukraine seems the same As all of those waged by the states There’s talk of civil war Domestic fascism raising the stakes I cannot stress enough that being tough won’t change a single thing And if I’m being honest neither will anything that I sing My beloved in Japan tried suicide I’m coming as fast as I can tp your side Trigger Warning! I used to want to die every morning Trigger Warning! Oh, maybe I shouldn’t be recording... (Guitar Solo) (Keyboard Solo) Trigger Warning! The following content contains material Trigger Warning! This music is not suitable for you Trigger Warning! Yes, I may be toxic but I’m not boring Trigger Warning! I love everybody who’s listening

Lyrics: Doctor voice: “Chester Bennington is dead. You have to find somebody new to look up to.” Jojo: “Fuck you!” I don’t believe I deserve to be loved I never have belonged Although I have been wronged I know that I am not beautiful I’ll never be a real girl According to half of the world I have post traumatic stress disorder Nobody understands it It makes me want to disappear I have post traumatic stress disorder So everybody leaves me I’m suffering in loneliness I don’t really care if this gets aired on Radio I know I’m too different for that... (Too different for that...) Yes and as a matter of fact, If I don’t laugh I’ll cry... Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Girl voice: “Suicide is such a selfish thing to do! Don’t you think about how it will affect everyone else?” I don’t think my music ought to be heard My audience is triggered Before they hear the words I feel suicide is my only hope I’m crying out for help but Nobody knows just how they can I have post traumatic stress disorder I’ve been in 13 psyche wards They only made it worse, worse, worse Tell the world my blood is all on their hands They knew what they were doing They treated us like animals And now after all this time I am Resurfacing all of my old sublimated rage (Sublimated rage...) From when they locked me in a cage I’m making my escape Let me go! Let me go!!! ~~~ “No, please don't! I'm sorry that I took advantage of you, no!...” Violet, Klaus, and Sunny, Where are you now? I’m needing an invention To take away this pain Madoka, forgive me if I fall I know you wished to save me I don’t know how long I can stay If I put all my grief into a song I may not find the answers And maybe it is wrong to do, but I have post traumatic stress disorder And if you understand me Then just maybe you have it too I miss all of my friends that I have lost But maybe that’s the cost Of self expression in the end I have post traumatic stress disorder My story isn’t over I hope that it helps you, my friend.