Spill Your Guts - Creature Feature

We are frail

So frail and weak

Our bodies fail

We’re all just meat

So easily scarred

So easily beat

It doesn’t take much

For us to spring a leak

It doesn’t take much

To perish in your sleep

We are soft

Soft and smooth

Just beef and sauce

Perfect for stew

So easily squashed

So easily bruised

It doesn’t take much

To strip us to the bone

It doesn’t take much

Work to make us croak

We’re all marching in the same parade

Biding our time in this fleeting masquerade

We’re all headed steadfast to the grave

Why all the fuss

We’ll all be dust

And soon you’ll spill your guts

Will you burn out or will you fade away

Will you die young or wither in old age

We’re all dying to make it out unscathed

Why all the fuss

We’ll all be dust

And soon you’ll spill your guts

We are doomed

From the start

Shrivel like prunes

Damaged and scarred

So easily strewn

So easily marred

It doesn’t take much

To tear us apart

It doesn’t take much

Force to stop our hearts

We are flawed

Prone to leak

Crumbling facades

Fraught with disease

So easily clawed

So easily freed

It doesn’t take much

Stress to make us crack

It doesn’t take much

Strength to break our backs

We’re all marching in the same parade

Biding our time in this fleeting masquerade

We’re all headed steadfast to the grave

Why all the fuss

We’ll all be dust

And soon you’ll spill your guts

Will you burn out or will you fade away

Will you die young or wither in old age

We’re all dying to make it out unscathed

Why all the fuss

We’ll all be dust

And soon you’ll spill your guts

A knife in the back from a friend

Or a bump on the head

A ruptured appendix

Or maybe a virus instead

A clot in your veins

Or a poisonous snake in the grass

A chest full of buckshot

Or maybe a slip in the bath

We’re all marching in the same parade

Biding our time in this fleeting masquerade

We’re all headed steadfast to the grave

Why all the fuss

We’ll all be dust

And soon you’ll spill your guts

Will you burn out or will you fade away

Will you die young or wither in old age

We’re all dying to make it out unscathed

Why all the fuss

We’ll all be dust

And soon you’ll spill your guts