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letra de my guts are being spilled - macka morfiss

[intro]
my guts are being spilled, not today man
my guts are being spilled, head is a wasteland
my guts are being spilled, on a page and
my guts are being spilled, spread the word and spray down(?)
my guts are being spilled, and influx of sk!ll(?)
my guts are being spilled, not rebust in my will
my guts are being spilled, and i’m recluctant to feel
my guts are being spilled, and it must look surreal

[verse 1]
i did the rope-a-dope fists, hope and i (?)
cos’ i felt so hopeless, i punched a hole in the wall
i just spoke to my mate, choked up and i fall into his arms
why? cos’ i’m not coping at all
always walk with a bottle in hand, ’til i can’t stand
just thwarted what tomorrow had planned, oxygen tank
cardiac notch is not functioning properly, and (?)
i can’t breathe when i panic, and i fall to the ground
ignorance is bliss, though i’m giving those a kiss, around me
to the sound of sleep and the negos with it (?)
drink my body weight in alcohol, my limit is hit
twsit ‘n’ fidget in my sleep, and wake up every minute
i look at my friends, and it’s got me wondering
they’re wondering round fine, and relying on fun with it
to get me by, yeah i’m dying for comfort and
outside i’m fine, but inside i’m crumbling
[chorus]
my guts are being spilled, not today man
my guts are being spilled, head is a wasteland
my guts are being spilled, on a page and
my guts are being spilled, spread the word and spray down(?)
my guts are being spilled, and influx of sk!ll(?)
my guts are being spilled, not rebust in my will
my guts are being spilled, and i’m recluctant to feel
my guts are being spilled, and it must look surreal

[verse 2]
never completely comfortable, i’m always feeling vunerable
i search for stimulants, to invigor my (?)
and all i do is drift away and fall asleep, listening to wonderwall
i battle constant obstacles, my demons and monsters
all gather in my head, and tell me i’m no good at all
because i’m a quitter, and i’m weak
the only thing that i stuck out, was uni
and i only got through it, by the skin of my t–th
but now i’m job hunting
and and i’m still getting beat, by people without a degree
fat lot of good that was for me
but these days students k!ll themselves, thank god that wasn’t me
guess i gotta stay beat
like when you’re making music, and you’re changing up the key
but everybody’s excellin’, and i’m just failin’
it’s evident i’m never, i’m not rebelling from anything (?)
and my head is telling me, belgian beer is a heaven send
my head says i’m irrelevant, my friend’s i’m scared to tell them it
[outro]
my guts are being spilled, not today man
my guts are being spilled, head is a wasteland
my guts are being spilled, on a page and
my guts are being spilled, spread the word and spray down(?)
my guts are being spilled, and influx of sk!ll(?)
my guts are being spilled, not rebust in my will
my guts are being spilled, and i’m recluctant to feel
my guts are being spilled, and it must look surreal

- macka morfiss

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