What’s up, everybody? We’re twenty one pilots.
And, uh, we’re super full of ourselves so I apologize.
This first song is called ‘Ode to Sleep’
I wake up fine and dandy, but then, by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing,
I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling
Then I feel my soul start leaving,
Like an old mans’ hair receding
I’m pleading, “Please, oh, please” on my knees repeatedly asking
Why it’s got to be like this, is this living free?
I don’t wanna be the one, be the one
Who has the sun’s blood on their hands, I’ll tell the moon,
“Take this weapon forged in darkness.
Some see a pen, I see a harpoon.”
How are you all feeling so far? Good?
Alright, cool, we’re gonna get going, let’s do this
‘Cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight
Oh, oh, oh, yea Why am I not scared in the morning? I don’t hear those voices calling
I must have kicked them out, I must have kicked them out
I swear I heard demons yelling, those crazy words they were spelling
They told me I was gone, they told me I was gone
But, I’ll tell ’em, ‘Why won’t you let me go?
Do I threaten all your plans? I’m insignificant.’
Please tell ’em, ‘You have no plans for me.
I will set my soul on fire.’
What have I become? I’ll tell ’em
On the eve of a day that is forgotten and fake
As the trees, they await and clouds anticipate
The start of a day when we put on our face:
A mask that portrays that we don’t need grace
On the eve of a day that is bigger than us
But we open our eyes ’cause we’re told that we must
And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead,
Desperately yelling there’s something we need
I’m not free, I asked forgiveness three times
Same amount that I denied, I three time MVP’ed this crime
I’m afraid to tell you who I adore, won’t tell you who I’m singing towards
Metaphorically, I’m a whore and that’s denial number four
Woah, oh
I’ll stay awake
The dark’s not taking prisoners tonight Oh, yea
Why am I not scared in the morning? I don’t hear those voices calling
I must have kicked them out, I must have kicked them out
I swear I heard demons yelling, those crazy words they were spelling
They told me I was gone, they told me I was gone
But, I’ll tell ’em, ‘Why won’t you let me go?
Do I threaten all your plans? I’m insignificant.’
Please tell ’em, ‘You have no plans for me.
I will set my soul on fire.’
What have I become? I’ll tell ’em, ‘You have no plans for me.
I will set my soul on fire.’
What have I become? I’ll tell ’em
I’ll tell ’em
Please tell ’em, ‘You have no plans for me.
I will set my soul on fire.’
What have I become?
I’m sorry Thank you