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Songtexte: Brutal Youth. Spill Your Guts. Guts & Black Stuff.



There's blood everywhere
Left my heart in the sun to dry up
Now it's black I'll put it back in the hole in my chest
What a mess, I'll admit it was stupid But I never claimed to be clever
And to think we could have avoided this whole fucking mess
If I'd just let it sit in my chest Instead of bleeding out the truth
But now there's blood fucking everywhere
I don't expect you to clean up this mess with me I did this to myself.
But I promise we won't have this problem again
I've ensured that my veins course with pulp from dead skin
Tired of all the stupid fucking games
But I had better learn the rules and play
Took some time but now I finally see
Nobody wants real fucking honesty
Brutal Youth
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