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• Artiste: My Ruin
• Titre: Spilling Open
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I watch the buzzards gather, But no ones dead today, Like sheep they follow after, And promise not to stray, I'm spilling open, Inside my house of leaves, It doesn't matter what's been said, It's what my heart believes It seems the hive is buzzing the bees protect their queen while snakes with poison venom appear upon the scene so ugly in their hatred god bless the maybeline so arrogant that when she cuts it's done for all to see I'm spilling open, Inside my house of leaves, It doesn't matter what's been said, It's what my heart believes I'm spilling open it's killing all of me and I hate what I've become from what0s been done to me I'm spilling open, Inside my house of leaves, It doesn't matter what's been said, It's what my heart believes I'm spilling open it's killing all of me and I hate what I've become from what0s been done to me Homecoming queens are petty from being dressed in pink But perfume can't disguise a pig and I can smell her stink Miss Anne Thropy once sang to me with words that tasted sweet But now the slaughterhouse has turned her voice to meat Not everybody's everything they ever claim to be Not everything is black or white, friend or my enemy I guess it really doesn't matter when there's nothing left Sometimes you gotta let it go and just enjoy the death