| It seems I’m out of my place
|
| Bouncing off the walls, disconnected brain
|
| How sweet it all must taste
|
| Scraped off the floor and shoved in your face
|
| So tell me how’s it taste to know waste of space?
|
| No name, deadweight, another forgotten face
|
| Decay, enough is ever enough
|
| I want decay, hedonistic rush
|
| Decay, at the top of my lungs
|
| I want decay, my ballistic crutch
|
| Hate crawling through my veins
|
| Skin don’t take all too much to get under these days
|
| How sweet it all must taste
|
| Shove it down my throat like a toxic waste
|
| I’ll tell you how it tastes to be a waste of space
|
| No name, deadweight, another forgotten face
|
| Don’t say you know me when you’re dancing on my grave
|
| Bad religion, bad decisions, we will never be the same
|
| Decay, enough is ever enough
|
| I want decay, hedonistic rush
|
| Decay, at the top of my lungs
|
| I want decay, my ballistic crutch |