Into guts and glory we go
A thousand little stories untold
I sing until I'm out of breath
I sing this little song of death
Life and death
One in the same
I'll do what it takes
To conquer God's game
I am the best at what I do
Because no one else does what I do
Can you help me?
Will you help, sir?
Can you help me?
Will you help more?
Can you help me?
Will you help, sir?
You'll help? Well tell me, are you sure?
Into guts and glory we go
I'll reach into Heaven and rip back their souls
My feelings for the deceased has increased tenfold
I've grown accustomed to the cold
Replace guts and patch up the holes
Dig up the graves to reach a new low
Like a phoenix, my creations will rise
Dust to dust, rotten but alive
Like a phoenix
They will rise
Dust to dust and dust to dust
But they're alive!
Into guts and glory we go
A thousand broken limbs unfold
I sing until I'm out of breath
I sing this little song of death
Life and death
One in the same
I'll do what it takes
To conquer God's game
I am the best at what I do
Because no one else does what I do
Can you help me?
Will you help, sir?
Can you help me?
Will you help more?
Can you help me?
Will you help, sir?
You'll help? Well tell me, are you sure?
Tribal Garnet - Rotten Feelings Lyrics
Tribal Garnet - Rotten Feelings Lyrics
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Into guts and glory we go
A thousand little stories untold
I sing until I'm out of breath
I sing this little song of death
Life and death
One in the same
I'll do what it takes
To conquer God's game
I am the best at what I do
Because no one else does what I do
Can you help me?
Will you help, sir?
Can you help me?
Will you help more?
Can you help me?
Will you help, sir?
You'll help? Well tell me, are you sure?
Into guts and glory we go
I'll reach into Heaven and rip back their souls
My feelings for the deceased has increased tenfold
I've grown accustomed to the cold
Replace guts and patch up the holes
Dig up the graves to reach a new low
Like a phoenix, my creations will rise
Dust to dust, rotten but alive
Like a phoenix
They will rise
Dust to dust and dust to dust
But they're alive!
Into guts and glory we go
A thousand broken limbs unfold
I sing until I'm out of breath
I sing this little song of death
Life and death
One in the same
I'll do what it takes
To conquer God's game
I am the best at what I do
Because no one else does what I do
Can you help me?
Will you help, sir?
Can you help me?
Will you help more?
Can you help me?
Will you help, sir?
You'll help? Well tell me, are you sure?
A thousand little stories untold
I sing until I'm out of breath
I sing this little song of death
Life and death
One in the same
I'll do what it takes
To conquer God's game
I am the best at what I do
Because no one else does what I do
Can you help me?
Will you help, sir?
Can you help me?
Will you help more?
Can you help me?
Will you help, sir?
You'll help? Well tell me, are you sure?
Into guts and glory we go
I'll reach into Heaven and rip back their souls
My feelings for the deceased has increased tenfold
I've grown accustomed to the cold
Replace guts and patch up the holes
Dig up the graves to reach a new low
Like a phoenix, my creations will rise
Dust to dust, rotten but alive
Like a phoenix
They will rise
Dust to dust and dust to dust
But they're alive!
Into guts and glory we go
A thousand broken limbs unfold
I sing until I'm out of breath
I sing this little song of death
Life and death
One in the same
I'll do what it takes
To conquer God's game
I am the best at what I do
Because no one else does what I do
Can you help me?
Will you help, sir?
Can you help me?
Will you help more?
Can you help me?
Will you help, sir?
You'll help? Well tell me, are you sure?
Writer: Yesenia Rivera
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid