There's a little piece of you Tangled in my hair Get it out, get it out, get it out, get it out I don't want it there There's a little piece of you Clawing at my ribcage Let it out, let it out, let it out, let it out It needs to be saved
Hell, no Mother, you're wrong That fucker's not gone He's here in my bed, dying Rotting away, just smell that decay While you're all asleep, I'm crying
There's a little piece of you Still catching on my ribbon Get it off, get it off, get it off, get it off 'Cause I simply don't love you Not again, not again, not again, not again I'm not broken
Hell, no Mother, you're wrong That fucker's not gone He's here in my bed, dying Rotting away, just smell that decay While you're all asleep, I'm crying
He has locked me up Punched air holes in this box Left me in this cage Left me here for days And I can't find signs for an exit Collectively we find A person can't survive Without an ounce of love Without an ounce of woe
Mother, you're wrong That fucker's not gone He's here in my bed, dying Rotting away, just smell that decay While you're all asleep, I'm crying
Compositores: Georgia Shirley Train (Bitter Ruin), Benjamin James Richards ECAD: Obra #25394262