Lyrics Creature Feature – Spill Your Guts

We are frail
So frail and weak
Our bodies fail
We’re all just meat

We are soft
Soft and smooth
Just beef and sauce
Perfect for stew
So easily squashed
So easily bruised
It doesn’t take much
To strip us to the bone
It doesn’t take much
Work to make us croak

We’re all marching in the same parade
Biding our time in this silly masquerade
We’re all headed steadfast to the grave
Why all the fuss?
We’ll all be dust
And soon you’ll spill your guts!

Will you burn out
Or will you fade away?
Will you die young
Or wither in old age?

We are doomed
From the start
Crippled and bruised
Did I mentioned scarred?
So easily strewn
So easily marked
It doesn’t take much
To tear us apart
It doesn’t take much
Force to stop our hearts

We’re flawed
Prone to leak
Crumbling facades
Wrought with disease
So easily clawed
So easily freed
It doesn’t take much
Stress to make us crack
It doesn’t take much
Strength to break our backs

We’re all marching in the same parade
Biding our time in this silly masquerade
We’re all headed steadfast to the grave
Why all the fuss?
We’ll all be dust
And soon you’ll spill your guts!

Will you burn out
Or will you fade away?
Will you die young
Or wither in old age?
We’re all dying
To make it out unscathed
Why all the fuss?
We’ll all be dust
And soon you’ll spill your guts!

A knife in the back from a friend
Or a bump on the head?
A ruptured appendix
Or maybe a virus instead
A clot in your veins
Or the poisonous snake in the grass
A chest full of buckshot
Or maybe a slip in the bath

We’re all marching in the same parade
Biding our time in this silly masquerade
We’re all headed steadfast to the grave
Why all the fuss?
We’ll all be dust
And soon you’ll spill your guts!

Will you burn out
Or will you fade away?
Will you die young
Or wither in old age?
We’re all dying
To make it out unscathed
Why all the fuss?
We’ll all be dust
And soon you’ll spill your guts!