Lyrics Born and Bled - Rabbit Junk , Amelia Arsenic

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

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

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 meant to do
On my own
On my own
Through the heart sick helplessness
Can we reach up through the scars
Through the rift we carry on together
On to never now