Bad Frequencies - Hawthorne Heights

Pacific coast

Where dreams go to die

But we all die alone

So wipe the tears from your eyes

And let’s go

I’ll pull the blue from the sky

Let’s die colorful

All the sirens on the 5

And how the brake lights glow

Like a bright red switchblade knife

Buried in my skull

Got some bad frequencies

Buried in my skull

Like a bright red switchblade knife

It’s never dull

Like a bright red switchblade knife

Buried in my skull

I’ve got some bad frequencies

Buried in my skull

I’ve got some bad frequencies

Buried in my skull

I’ve got some bad frequencies

Buried in my skull

Like a bright red switchblade knife

That’s never dull

Like a bright red switchblade knife

Buried in my skull

I’ve got some bad frequencies

Buried in my skull

Yeah, I’ve got some bad frequencies

Buried in my skull