Dragged up grasping death soil tight
We made our own electric light
Competition's bright and loud
'Cos only the best get out
And every other flame goes out
Wanna get out
Not go out
Wanna get out
Not go out
We grew up in the graveyard
We grew up in the graveyard
We grew up in the graveyard
I had a QWERTY dirty relationship
With every MacBook microchip
Grab every talent, milk it hard
Fatten up that repertoire
For M4 is your abattoir
Wanna get out
Not go out
Wanna get out
Not go out
We grew up in the graveyard
We grew up in the graveyard
We grew up in the graveyard
We grew up in the graveyard
Oh
We're scared to go back home
In case the living disappear
And leave us all alone
Where we were
Dragged up grasping death soil tight
And the stars never shone too bright
'Cos we grew up in a graveyard
We grew up in the graveyard
We grew up in the graveyard
We grew up in the graveyard
We grew up in a graveyard