Spilling Open Lyrics
| Song | Spilling Open |
| Artist | My Ruin |
| Album | The Brutal Language |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : My Ruin | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : My Ruin | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : My Ruin | |
| 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 |
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