Bad News

We all love to cry
It's a natural philosophy
We're all gonna die
Read about atrocity

If it makes you feel some kind of way
(How's my brain? Doing fine)
If it makes you feel you're ready for the truth

All I see is bad news
All that seems to shine
All I see is bad news
All I see is my life

We all feel alone
Be my own adversity
We all seem to roam
Somebody got it worse than me

If it makes you feel some kind of way
(How's my brain? Doing fine)
If it makes you red and filled with hate
(How's my brain? I'm not great)
If it makes you feel you're ready for the truth

All I see is bad news
All that seems to shine
All I see is bad news
All I see is my life

Cause it never seems what it's like
It never seems what I believe
It never seems what I believe is true

All I see is bad news
All I see is my life
All I see is bad news
All I feel is bad news
On my brain is bad news