Amelia Arsenic and Rabbit Junk - Born And Bled

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

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