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Spill Your Guts
We're frail So frail and weak Our body's frail We're all just meat So easily scarred
So easily beat It doesnt take much For us to spring a leak It doesnt take much To perish in your sleep We're soft Soft and smooth Just beef and sauce Perfect for stew So easily squashed
So easily bruised It doesnt take much To strip us to the bone It doesnt take much
Work to make us croak
We're all marching in the same parade Biding our time in this silly masquerade We're all headed steadfast to the grave Why all the fuss? We'll all be dust And soon you'll spill your guts! Will you burn out? Or will you fade away? Will you die young?
Or wither in old age We're all dying To make it out unscathed Why all the fuss? We'll all be dust And soon you'll spill your guts!
We're doomed From the start We're all bruised Did i mentioned scarred? So easily strewn So easily marked It doesnt take much To tear us apart It doesnt take much Force to stop our hearts Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We're flawed Prone to leak Forming facades Rought with diesease So easily clawed So easily freed It doesnt take much Stress to make us crack It doesnt take much Strength to break our backs
We're all marching in the same parade Biding our time in this silly masquerade We're all headed steadfast to the grave Why all the fuss? We'll all be dust And soon you'll spill your guts! Will you burn out? Or will you fade away? Will you die young? Or wither in old age We're all dying To make it out unscathed Why all the fuss? We'll all be dust And soon you'll spill your guts!
A knife in the back from a friend Or a bump on the head? A ructured apendix Or maybe a virus instead A clot in your veins Or a poisonous snake in the grass A chest full of blood clots Or maybe a slip in the bath
We're all marching in the same parade Biding our time in this silly masquerade We're all headed steadfast to the grave Why all the fuss? We'll all be dust And soon you'll spill your guts! Will you burn out? Or will you fade away? Will you die young? Or wither in old age We're all dying To make it out unscathed Why all the fuss? We'll all be dust And soon you'll spill your guts!
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