The Judge - Twenty One Pilots

When the leader of the bad guys sang

Something soft and soaked in pain

I heard the echo from his secret hideaway

He must've forgot to close his door

As he cranked out those dismal chords

And his four walls declared him insane

I found my way

Right time wrong place

As I pled my case

You're the judge, Oh no

Set me free

You're the judge, Oh no

Set me free

I know my soul's freezing

Hell's hot for good reason

So please, take me

Three lights are lit

But the fourth one's out

I can tell cause

It's a bit darker

Than the last night's bout

I forgot about the drought

Of light bulbs in this house

So I head out

Down a route I think is heading south

But I'm not good with directions

And I hide behind my mouth

I'm a pro at imperfections

And I'm best friends with my doubt

And now that my mind's out

And now I hear it clear and loud

I'm thinking, 'Wow

I probably should've stayed inside my house.'

I found my way

Right time wrong place

As I pled my case

You're the judge, Oh no

Set me free

You're the judge, Oh no

Set me free

I know my soul's freezing

Hell's high for good reason

So please

I don't know if this song

Is a surrender or a revel

I don't know if this one

Is about me or the devil

I don't know if this song

Is a surrender or a revel

I don't know if this one

Is about me or the devil

You're the judge, Oh no

Set me free, Oh no

You're the judge, Oh no

Set me free, Oh no

I know my soul's freezing

Hell's high for good reason

So please

You're the judge, Oh no

Set me free

You're the judge, Oh no

Set me free

You're the judge, Oh no

Set me free

You're the judge, Oh no

Set me free