Burning 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
Real real real
Real real real


What are the chances
Someone paid for me to grow up


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


We're not prepared to bleed

Real real real

Real real real
Real real real
Real real real


What are the chances
Someone paid for me to grow up


What are the chances
Someone paid for me to grow up


What are the chances
Someone paid for me to grow up


What are the chances
Someone paid for me to grow up


Burning in the sun
Tomorrow comes a flood


Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow



Real real real
Real real real

Real real real
Real real real


Real real real
(What are the chances
Someone paid for me to grow up)

Real real real
(What are the chances
Someone paid for me to grow up)

Real real real
(What are the chances
Someone paid for me to grow up)

Real real real
(What are the chances
Someone paid for me to grow up)