Eating The Porridge, Killing The Bears testo

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 [2x]
tiny strands of skin
could never hold a whole
strip the skin from the inside out
you didnt think they'd notice [2x]
you didnt think they'd notice
(you looked them straight in the face)
i always said that we'd watch them die 2x
(you looked them straight in the face)