If this is the endnAnd these white coats and this medicinenIs my new comfort zonenAnd my new best friend.nnShall we cue the violinsnCause this life is made of violencenSixteen, he's already on his waynNext victim, the clouds and the pearly gatesnnWhen the room goes quietnNobody knowsnAnd it's all your faultnAnd it's all your faultnnWish that I was youngernWish that I was smart enoughnTo keep my composurenKeep my head straightnnOh you can be my headachenAnd I'll make your name famousnYou say,nShowing you just how cool he isnThe powders could be the catalystnnWhen the room goes quietnNobody knows what to saynAnd the room goes quietnAnd they don't (and it,s all your fault)nAnd it,s all your faultnnWhen the room goes quietnNobody knows what to saynThis is the part when we say what a shamenThis is the part where we shoulder all the blamennMy friends owe it to themselvesnTo get a grip and cherish their good healthnDon't want the room to go quietnAnd have to think of things to saynnWhen the room goes quiet (goes quiet)nAnd the room goesnAnd it's all your faultnAnd it's all your fault