Eating The Porridge, Killing The Bears
your gift horse has brought flies
and the stench is unbareable
i'm left with no option,
but to embrace apathy and loneliness
hoping that i die
i took a train to new york city
met a guy who i THOUGHT was pretty
tiny strands of skin could never hold a whole
begging to nurse its mouth to health
strip the skin from the inside out
you didnt think they'd notice
(you looked them straight in the face)
i always said that we'd watch them die
(you looked them straight in the face)
Comiendo la avena, matando los osos
tu caballo de regalo ha traído moscas
y el hedor es insoportable
me quedo sin opción,
excepto abrazar la apatía y la soledad
esperando morir
tomé un tren a la ciudad de Nueva York
conocí a un chico que PENSÉ que era bonito
pequeños hilos de piel nunca podrían contenerlo todo
suplicando para sanar su boca
despoja la piel desde adentro hacia afuera
no pensaste que se darían cuenta
(los miraste directamente a la cara)
siempre dije que los veríamos morir
(los miraste directamente a la cara)
Escrita por: Heavy Heavy Low Low / Robbie Smith