Do Not Judge Us by How We Act, Judge Us by How We Feel

Panic! at the Disco
Pleasing mind, gratifying kinds
Lend me your ears this instant and hear me out
Come on, come on light your way
Choke on your own vice, your own demise
Flying Virgin drop down, drop dead.
Whoa-oh-oh
Words can hurt like hell
Watch out for those damned requisites
Kick off your shoes and mentality
Mirror book illustrate defined reality
Jump to conclusions or consequences
Plunge to your downfall, comprehending our failure
Missing the unison of existence
Come on, come on despite your pains
Icy depths, sub-zero hearts
Whoa-oh-oh
Words can hurt like hell
Watch out for those damned requisites
Kick off your shoes and mentality
Mirror book illustrate defined reality
Tick tock tick tock
Just a matter of time till it comes
Till it engulfs our divinity
Overwhelming our wisdom, our sympathy