Spilling Open - 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