Gutted

I'm gutted like a fish,
Rid of the vital tissue.
But how it's found it's voice
And contradicts my choices.

My gut's voice is stolen.
And now my tongue is frozen.
So it's paralysis means gut's voice can't be missed.

And Gut says try harder to get what you're after.
Gut says try hard or I'll scream 'til I bleed.
This awful is vocal and shy to show it's awful aversion to sweetness.

The sweetness made it sick.
Stop the tongue to stop it lick.
But I think it's stopped too soon.
'Cause I can't lick my wounds.

And Gut says try harder to get what you're after.
Gut says try hard or I'll scream 'til I bleed.
This awful is vocal and shy to show it's awful aversion to sweetness.

And Gut says try harder to get what you're after.
Gut says try hard or I'll scream 'til I bleed.
This awful is vocal and shy to show it's awful aversion to sweetness.