Songtexte What Didn't Kill Me Just Got Stronger - A Lot Like Birds
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                my 
                                                body 
                                                at 
                                                war!
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                hesitation, 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                entrapment 
                                                entangling 
                                                me.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where′s 
                                                my 
                                                attorney 
                                                to 
                                                defend 
                                                or 
                                                keep 
                                                my 
                                                mind 
                                                from 
                                                indulging?
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                failed! 
                                                And 
                                                my 
                                                nerves 
                                                have 
                                                lost 
                                                their 
                                                touch.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                eyes 
                                                can′t 
                                                see 
                                                so 
                                                much 
                                                and 
                                                if 
                                                my 
                                                heart 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                next 
                                                to 
                                                go,
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                my 
                                                brain 
                                                will 
                                                scream 
                                                and 
                                                let 
                                                my 
                                                body 
                                                know!
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                tongue 
                                                is 
                                                drafting 
                                                treaties 
                                                that 
                                                my 
                                                stomach 
                                                can't 
                                                hold.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                throat's 
                                                been 
                                                fed 
                                                lies 
                                                that 
                                                it′s 
                                                finding 
                                                too 
                                                hard 
                                                to 
                                                swallow.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                my 
                                                liver? 
                                                Oh 
                                                god, 
                                                how 
                                                it 
                                                knows 
                                                that 
                                                I′m 
                                                poisoning 
                                                it,
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                it 
                                                grows 
                                                and 
                                                exposes 
                                                it's 
                                                fangs. 
                                                And 
                                                it′s 
                                                good 
                                                friends,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                veins, 
                                                feel 
                                                exactly 
                                                the 
                                                same;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Abandoned, 
                                                lost, 
                                                clogged 
                                                with 
                                                smoke 
                                                and 
                                                ashamed.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                as 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                blame? 
                                                No, 
                                                the 
                                                blame's 
                                                not 
                                                with 
                                                me.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                with 
                                                you. 
                                                Is 
                                                it 
                                                true 
                                                you're 
                                                less 
                                                girl 
                                                than 
                                                disease?
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                it, 
                                                let′s 
                                                make 
                                                it 
                                                    a 
                                                big 
                                                one!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let's 
                                                just 
                                                seize 
                                                until 
                                                our 
                                                blood 
                                                starts 
                                                dancing 
                                                with 
                                                fire 
                                                and 
                                                our 
                                                bones 
                                                explode.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                marrow 
                                                will 
                                                drip 
                                                slowly 
                                                through 
                                                whichever 
                                                wounds 
                                                are 
                                                open,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Taking 
                                                my 
                                                skin 
                                                by 
                                                surprise. 
                                                Oh, 
                                                you're 
                                                wrong!
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                think 
                                                your 
                                                body 
                                                is 
                                                so 
                                                fucking 
                                                strong.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                not! 
                                                You′re 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                flesh-wrapped 
                                                present 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                graveyard
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                intestines 
                                                ribboning 
                                                around 
                                                you 
                                                as 
                                                knots.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can't 
                                                you 
                                                see 
                                                I′m 
                                                spitting 
                                                out 
                                                my 
                                                taste? 
                                                You 
                                                did 
                                                the 
                                                very 
                                                same.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                we 
                                                are 
                                                through, 
                                                will 
                                                the 
                                                worms 
                                                even 
                                                want 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                will 
                                                they 
                                                take 
                                                bites 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                skin 
                                                and 
                                                decide 
                                                we'd 
                                                make 
                                                terrible 
                                                dirt?
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                tell 
                                                you 
                                                the 
                                                truth 
                                                and 
                                                be 
                                                crushingly 
                                                honest:
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                I′ve 
                                                heard 
                                                that 
                                                bodies 
                                                are 
                                                temples 
                                                but 
                                                when 
                                                temples 
                                                sink 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                ground,
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                lose 
                                                all 
                                                their 
                                                worth. 
                                                Life's 
                                                    a 
                                                dance? 
                                                Well, 
                                                death 
                                                takes 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                grace.
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Orange Time Machines Care
2 Think Dirty out Loud
3 Vanity's Fair
4 Properties of Friction
5 Truly Random Code
6 The Blowtorch Is Applied to the Sugar
7 A Satire of a Satire of a Satire Is Tiring
8 Sesame Street Is No Place for Me
9 Tantrum (Far from the Tree, the Apple Grew Rotten)
10 What Didn't Kill Me Just Got Stronger
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