twenty one pilots Vignette

Not sure when it started, peelin' from his bones Piece it back together all alone Hope it held together long enough for he To pitch the greener grasses and hope that she would agree Fresh off a binger in the woods Flesh covered in bites Testing what is real, what is good Man, it's been a long night It's a tribute to zombies of which I've become Where do I go from here? Where do I go from here? Clinging to promisеs Fighting off the vignette Tunnеls cave, visions fade Swallowed by the vignette He's thinking, "There's no way I'm headed there" Always sure-footed, educated, and was never scared Now he can't hold out his hand without it shaking Hounded by a bunch of dead when the search party found him Fresh off a binger in the woods Flesh covered in bites Testing what is real, what is good Man, it's been a long night It's a tribute to zombies of which I've become Where do I go from here? Where do I go from here? Clinging to promises Fighting off the vignette Tunnels cave, visions fade Swallowed by the vignette No, not me, it's for a friend (Ooh) No-no, not me, it's for a friend (Ooh) No, not me, it's for a friend (Ooh) No-no, not me, it's for a friend, denial Clinging to promises Fighting off the vignette Tunnels cave, visions fade Swallowed by the vignette No, not me, it's for a friend (Ooh) No-no, not me, it's for a friend (Ooh) No, not me, it's for a friend (Ooh) No-no, not me, it's for a friend, denial No, not me, it's for a friend No-no, not me, it's for a friend No, not me, it's for a friend No-no, not me, it's for a friend, denial