Go on and rip my beating heart out
Fill my body up with disease
It doesn't matter if I'm rotting from the inside out
You're still the worst part about me

A symptomatic sign of the changing times
I feel like I'm just flying blind
I brace myself for the fallout
I never had a strong enough stomach for me to endure
All of the carnage, shock and the gore
You're leaving me breadcrumbs to follow

I try to hold it together
But you just pull me apart

Go on and rip my beating heart out
Fill my body up with disease
It doesn't matter if I'm rotting from the inside out
You'rе still the worst part about me

I used to havе the nerve to combust
But my spine is caked in dust, completely covered in rust
And I'm sick of just coughing my lungs out
You always try to throw another wrench in the gears
Filling my head with your bad ideas
That's what I get for sticking my neck out

Split me down the middle, open up my chest
You can take the parts you want and you can leave me with the rest
Split me down the middle, open up my chest
I can stitch myself up good enough, clean up the mess that you left

Go on and rip my fucking heart out
Fill my body up with disease
It doesn't matter if I'm rotting from the inside out
You're still the worst part about me

Go on and rip my beating heart out
Fill my body up with disease
It doesn't matter if I'm rotting from the inside out
You're still the worst part about me

(Worst part about me)
(You're still the worst part about me)