Real Real

Bathing in the sun Chewed up by some bugs Tearing through my flesh I can feel their love I hope that they are happy I feed them with my blood Today they may be rich But tomorrow comes a flood Real real real What are the chances Someone paid for me to grow up A mouth without a face He fights his fights in our back garden Inside we eat creatures Our hearts begin to harden A glowing hypnotist sells us a beauty we don't need We give our days to nothing But we're not prepared to bleed