Sad Gravity, Mad Elements

So come on out with it, even traitors fly a flag for something
I wrote a hymn for drowning sailors and no poets, it reads:
‘Just feed me to the earth'
If rolling blackouts hit my nervous system I’m all hers, but
No really, I’m fine, I just live the best life at the worst times
But ours is not to wonder why I am hell in mine and haunted
Ghosts of skull fractures and dauntless campaigns
Now I got panic in spades
In spades, I got panic in spades
In spades, in spades I got panic in spades
So passed the Basement Crew, took up new homes along the east coast
Lost Generation in flames, in flames
We are luminaries and these are our best days passing right before our eyes
But no, really, I’m fine, I just live the best life at the worst times
But ours is not to wonder why I am hell in mine and haunted
Ghosts of skull fractures and dauntless campaigns
Now I got panic in spades
In spades, I got panic in spades
In spades, I got panic, well I got panic!
Well thank the holy ghost for bad news in black envelopes
Well thank the holy ghost for bad news, for bad news
No really I’m fine I just live the best life at the worst times
I’m fine
I am hell in mine and haunted
Ghosts of skull fractures and dauntless campaigns
Now I got panic in spades
In spades, I got panic in spades
In spades, in spades I got panic