If I find out heaven exists when I've died I'll bang on the gates, demanding they let me inside I know if your death's your fault then you get denied But Father, I didn't jump, I just stood on the cliff side I'm cutting cords, praying one's a live wire And attending gunfights hoping for a misfire I say I seek danger for the songs that it inspires And that may be true but I am known to be a liar ♪ In the meantime, I'll capitalize on the fact That every plan I make is just death's fallback So buy my depression as a paperback Titled some shit 'bout playing on train tracks I'm cutting cords, praying one's a live wire And attending gunfights hoping for a misfire I say I seek danger for the songs that it inspires And that may be true but I am known to be a liar And I'm made of gasoline but I'm looking for lighters Cause there's something nice about being on fire If it's risky then it's something I desire Cause I function best when everything is dire