Nagraj Will Sort It All Out

We are acid, we are broken from the silence
Becoming never meant to be
We are splendid if only we can hold our tongues before we scream
Never mind the reasoning
But my intestine is a dying rotten cobra
Coiled around my fear and truth
But my intestine is a shinning rotten cobra
Doobie doobie dooba doo
We are ugly, we are joined and we can break apart for free
We are beautiful and still…
We are disjointed and we can come together when we please
Nothing here is in between
But my intestine is a dying rotten cobra
And its perfect just like you
But my intestine is a shinning rotten cobra
Decorate my past for cute
But my intestine is a dying rotten cobra
Doobie doobie dooba doo
But my intestine is a shinning rotten cobra
Does my self worth confuse you?