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This is not just catastrophe

This is calculated deconstruction, the death of happy

This is not just catastrophe

This is our deconstruction, the death of a family

Betray the soul so I can step right in

I am the phantom, I am the phenom

I am the bringer of sin

You prayed for the reaper, they sent in the fallen

Hey, hey

Burn up their paper crowns

Burn, burn, burn

This is not just catastrophe

This is calculated deconstruction, the death of happy

This is not just catastrophe

This is our deconstruction, but we are a family

Hang the crown off your head, you clown

'Cause now ya dead, bang-bang, king down

The coward's romance is to be one with the dirt, ugh

Bang-bang, king down

Bang-bang, king down

This is not just catastrophe

This is calculated deconstruction, the death of happy

This is not just catastrophe

This is our deconstruction, the death of a family

This is not just catastrophe

This is calculated deconstruction, the death of happy

This is not just catastrophe

This is our deconstruction, the death of a family

This is not just catastrophe

This is calculated deconstruction, the death of happy

This is not just catastrophe

This is our deconstruction, but we are a family