Spilling Open

	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

	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