a little bitter şarkı sözü

staley, cantrell, inez and kinney

how the mind does shout for rest
when the body´s shaken, yeah
oh the tightness in my chest
still your leaves i´m rakin´

lord is this a test? was it fun creating, yeah
my god´s a little sick
and he wants me crazy

who
are you
who can say
it´s okay to live through me?

live to be
part of me
you´re a wrinkled magazine
yeah

was it something that i said
was it how they´re breaking, yeah
i´m so selfish paying your rent
while your blood i´m taking

you
spend me
like a tree
dirty dollar bills for leaves

dark in a sea
of my seeds
and the tears on which you feed
you feed

the body is a temple
a dormant shelter
to where infantile men lie around
itching and nibbling
for a small piece of sanity
of which you cannot give

shit!

indiviuality
buying pennies with my soul
and a little heaven spent
while the hell i´m takin´

thieves
parasites
hide from life
you know they´ll remember me

they are abhored
in self-worth
all that matters much to me
yeah yeah