1.A Little Bitter
Lyricist：Jerry Cantrell, Mike Inez, Sean Kinney, Layne Staley
How the mind does shout for rest
When the bodies shaken, yeah
Oh the tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm rakin'
Lord is this a test
Was it fun creating, yeah？
My God's a little sick
And he wants me crazy
Who are you？
Who can say
It's okay to live through me？
Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine
Yeah
Was it somethin' that I said？
Was it how they're breakin', yeah
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm takin'
You spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed
You feed
The body is a temple
A dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
For a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give
Shit
Individuality
Buyin' pennies with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
While the hell I'm takin'
Thieves
Parasites
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred
In self-worth
All that matters much to me
2.What the Hell Have I
The face before me flies
Laughs at me inside
Masks are made to hide the glow
Shining eyes
Distance 'tween us grows
Feeding lies
It's hard to start things over
You can feel the fire around us
All the time
Yeah
Something I should say
It takes you every day
What you give is not alive
Today
Your soul served on a plate
Throw it away
It's hard to start things over
You can feel the fire around us
All the time
Yeah
It's hard to start things over, oh yeah
You can feel the fire around us
All the time
Yeah
It's hard to start things over, oh yeah
You can feel the fire around us
All the time
Yeah
All the time
What the hell have I？
Little pride
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