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