| A symptomatic sign of the changing times
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| And I feel like I’m just flying blind
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| So I’m bracing myself for the fallout
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| I never had a strong enough stomach for me to endure
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| All of the carnage, shock and the gore
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| You’re leaving me breadcrumbs to follow
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| I try to hold it together
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| But you just pull me apart
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| Go on and rip my beating heart out
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| Fill my body up with disease
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| It doesn’t matter if I’m rotting from the inside out
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| You’re still the worst part about me
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| I used to have the nerve to combust
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| But my spine is caked in dust completely covered in rust
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| And I’m sick of just coughing my lungs out
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| You always try to throw another wrench in the gears
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| Filling up my head with your bad ideas
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| That’s what I get for always sticking my neck out
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| I try to hold it together
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| But you just pull me apart
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| Go on and rip my beating heart out
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| Fill my body up with disease
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| It doesn’t matter if I’m rotting from the inside out
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| You’re still the worst part about me
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| Split me down the middle, open up my chest
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| You can take the parts you want to keep, leave me with the rest
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| Split me down the middle, open up my chest
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| You can take the parts you want to keep, leave me with the rest
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| Split me down the middle, open up my chest
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| You can take the parts you want to keep, leave me with the rest
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| Split me down the middle, open up my chest
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| I can stitch myself up good enough, clean up the mess that you left
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| Go on and rip my fuckin' heart out
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| Fill my body up with disease
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| It doesn’t matter if I’m rotting from the inside out
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| You’re still the worst part about me |