Turn up the fucking static   Cause the radio says we're doomed and I pray to God it's right   Yeah, I've got enough   built up character to kill anyone's good time   And are you catching these big black regret bombs that I'm putting down?   Cause you should be   Say it with me   Have you had enough?   Give me a beat for this death march   Wrap it up tight in wasted potential   Turn the cameras off   Turn the cameras off   If you've got enough   When did this new black become the new black?   I've had enough   So turn me off   Turn it up   Turn up the static