Your Gut
You’re lying down,
you’re in all sorts of pain
in the end of a rainy day,
and you’re crying out loud,
‘cause you know what they’ll say,
yeah you know what they’ll say!
"When you’re in doubt,
when your restlessness shakes you,
and threatens to break you down,
and you feel like you drown,
when you’re so far astray
that you can’t find your way,
trust me,
just and listen to what your gut says"
But
your gut invents the drama,
your gut makes up the pain,
your gut’s starving for trauma,
doom, and sickness, and catastrophe
your gut invents the drama,
your gut causes the pain,
your gut’s obsessed with trouble,
it waits for sickness, and calamity
So whatever you do
you cannot listen to
your gut!
And still you try
to put up a fight,
yeah you put on a smile, alright!
But its false and tight,
it’s the fall, but this time
it came before the pride!
It’s a little bit of both, you guess,
you take pride in your falls, well they hurt nonetheless
and the lesson you learnt is the more you distrust
the less you get burnt by the flame in your gut
so "Trust me,
just listen to what your gut says!"
Won’t work, cause
your gut invents the drama,
your gut makes up the pain,
your gut’s expecting harm
around every single corner along the way
your gut invents the drama,
your gut causes the pain,
your gut’s so fucked by trauma,
it waits for sickness and catastrophe
So whatever you do
you cannot listen to
your gut!