A symptomatic sign of the changing times
and I feel like I'm just flying blind,
so I'm bracing myself for the fallout
I never had a strong enough stomach for me to endure
all of the carnage, shock and the gore
You're leaving me breadcrumbs to follow

I try to hold it together but you just pull me apart

Go on and rip my beating heart out
Fill my body up with disease
It doesn't matter if I'm rotting from the inside out
You're still the worst part about me

I used to have the nerve to combust
but my spine is caked in dust,
completely covered in rust
and I'm sick of just coughing my lungs out
You always try throw another wrench in the gears
filling up my head with your bad ideas
That's what I get for always sticking my neck out

Split me down the middle
Open up my chest
You can Take the parts you want to keep
leave me with the rest
I can stitch myself up good enough
clean up the mess that you left