Released: August 1, 2014

Songwriter: Tyler Joseph

Producer: Greg Wells Tyler Joseph

[Spoken Intro]
This is our last song
Okay!

[Verse 1]
I know what you think in the morning
When the sun shines on the ground
And shows what you have done
It shows where your mind has gone
And you swear to your parents
That it will never happen again
I know, I know-ow-ow what that means, I know-ow-ow-ow-ow

[Hook]
That you all have guns
And you never put the safety on
And you all have plans
To take it, to take it, don't take it, take it, take it

[Chorus]
I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to sleep
I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to sleep
But I can't, but I can't when you all have
Guns for hands, yeah
I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to sleep
I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to sleep
But I can't, but I can't when you all have
Guns for hands, yeah

[Verse 2]
Let's take this a second at a time
Let's take this one song, this one rhyme
Together, let's brea-eathe
Together, to the bea-eat
But there's hope out the window
So that's where we'll go-o
Let's go outside and all join hands
But until then you'll never understand

[Hook]
That you all have guns
And you never put the safety on
And you all have plans
To take it, to take it, don't take it, take it, take it

[Chorus]
I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to sleep
I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to sleep
But I can't, but I can't when you all have
Guns for hands, yeah

[Bridge]
Yeah (oh), yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh
Ooh
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da, ah uh
Da-da-da-da-da

[Verse 3]
We've turned our hands to guns
Traded our thumbs for ammunition
I must forewarn you, of my disorder, or my condition
'Cause when the sun sets
It upsets what's left of my invested interest
Interested in putting my fingers to my head
The solution is, I see a whole room of these mutant kids
Fused at the wrist
I simply tell them they should shoot at this
Simply suggest my chest and this confused music, it's
Obviously best for them to turn their guns to a fist

[Break]
Thank you so much for having us
Alright, we're gonna create circle right in the middle
We spread out, spread out
One last chorus

[Chorus]
I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to sleep
I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to sleep
But I can't when you all have
Guns

​twenty one pilots

twenty one pilots (also stylized as twenty øne piløts, TWENTY ØNE PILØTS, twenty | one | pilots, and TØP) consists of vocalist, pianist, bassist, and ukulele player Tyler Joseph and his best friend Josh Dun, who plays the drums and trumpet. The band’s genre is difficult to define, but best described as indie pop, with elements of rap, hip hop and rock. Fans have proclaimed their own music genre as “Schizoid Pop.”

The name twenty one pilots was inspired by the Arthur Miller play, All My Sons, a play about a man whose choice to send out faulty airplane parts for the good of his business and family caused the death of twenty-one pilots during World War II. The aspect of the play which influenced the band is the moral decisions and consequences that come with everyday decisions. Thus, the band fights the constant battle between man and mental illness. Their official website

Basically, we are all responsible for the preservation of our personal joy; but happiness is different. Joy is not circumstantial, happiness is.