Rotting Fruit (Is for the Birds)-Bungler

Rotting Fruit (Is for the Birds) - Bungler Don't you see the problem at hand Free from flesh and forgetting the land Now more than ever before It's what the skin adores Stuck where love is lost more than it grows Not a gesture of kindness unless the world knows We're stuck in the words we think define who we are But we're nothing more than mass of dead hearts You think you can't feel Unless they say it's okay You can't save the rotting fruit Until it wastes away Deliver me from the beginning of the end Hearts now stuck where the stems can't bend If I could get one wish to the world again I'd take away the death Still stuck in the mud I was dropped in Still fighting at the vines grabbing at my feet Forever in love with the debt of my conscious But deceiving the way I breathe You think you can't feel Unless they say it's okay You can't save the rotting fruit Until it wastes away They see the traces They see the traces in me And they all want to be free But they don't want to be me They see the traces They see the traces in me And they all want to be free But they don't want to be me No waters in me Hah And then no waters in me They don't want to be me And I don't wanna be me Hah hah I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be me