Born and Bled - Rabbit Junk, Amelia Arsenic

What’s the matter with you?

Chin up, get through

What’s the matter with you?

Go!

Go!

What’s the matter with you?

Chin up, get through

It’s true

We’re born and bled

What’s the matter with you?

Chin up, get through

In truth I’d rather be fucking

Rather be fucking dead

Rather be fucking dead

What’s your social currency in our corpocracy?

Safe echo chamber, brutal reality

We can’t know our minds through this distorted sea

Sailing flawed vessels, mother hear me

Go!

What’s the matter with you?

Chin up, get through

It’s true

We’re born and bled

What’s the matter with you?

Chin up, get through

In truth I’d rather be fucking dead

What’s the matter with you?

Chin up, get through

It’s true

We’re born and bled

What’s the matter with you?

Chin up, get through

In truth I’d rather be fucking

Rather be fucking dead

I can’t think

Missing puzzle piece, can’t find the link

I can’t feel

Is it in my mind or is it real?

I don’t know what I’m meant to do

Through the heart sick helplessness

On my own

Can we reach up through the scars?

On my own

Through the rift we carry

On together

On to never now

Breathe into the void, altruistic memory

We don’t know our wants, your own plasticity

What’s the matter with you?

Chin up, get through

What’s the matter with you?

Chin up, get through

It’s true

We’re born and bled

What’s the matter with you?

Chin up, get through

In truth I’d rather be fucking dead

What’s the matter with you?

I can’t think

Missing puzzle piece, can’t find the link

I can’t feel

Is it in my mind or is it real?

I don’t know what I’m meant to do

Through the heart sick helplessness

On my own

Can we reach up through the scars?

On my own

Through the rift we carry

I don’t know what I’m meant to do

Can we reach up through the scars?

On my own

Through the rift we carry

On together

On to never now