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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
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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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