You think you're dog-gone but you nurse a slow wound Nerve endings, hot spots piercing, licking 'til it bleeds Our dog takes a bow. We see hos teeth now Ashtray cult has found their martyr. I've seen that movie too Maybe I read about it I wanna be the one who's still I wanna make it through April They know how you should grieve but I know what I believe And I won't be the one to spill my insides Calling all vagrants, be your world's patients Death-defying, crash-test dumb-fucks spiral at top speed Call yourself neutral, passive aggressor Pass away, leave behind devastated passengers Don't wanna hear about it I wanna be the one who's still I have to make it through April Relax as if I hear them My mind is nowhere near them I'll always be the one to spill my insides These words are certain to heal But I won't be the one to spill my guts My insides Won't spill my guts. Spill my guts