Source: http://www.sing365.com Eating The Porridge, Killing The Bears    ------Heavy Heavy Low Low your gift horse has brought flies and the stench is unbearable im left with no option but to embrace apathy and loneliness hoping that i die took a train to new york city, met a guy i thought was pretty tiny strands of skin could never hold a whole, begging to nurse its mouth to health strip the skin from the inside out you didnt think they'd notice (you looked them straight in the face) i always knew we'd watch them die