Woorden:
Rotting Out The End

of myself... Another day passed, left behind... Aboard this game, along for the ride... Just trying to stay alive... It's coming down to the fucking end

the Lexus ail with that good, goodness Big shouts to the party bag shop To all you other food spots on your roster crew with the end shit Yeah, we out

Fizzle my nut hair Bad enough I'll be dead Yet I'm tryin to figure out a way To keep my eyes from poppin out my head Oh they'll remember my ass Twitchin

for me? Will this pop before I stop breathing? Is there light in this dark I?m seeing? Yeah, I put my life in this music, Nina is inside out I set my heart out

[Music by Wagner/Schroeder/Gruning, lyrics by Wagner] No one could have known that you would end in this way You gotta face it, it's the end This world

the end of this day My hopes and dreams Is this what has come to be? Sky is gray washed out world Deep in this place I won't go Smell of rotting flesh

Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air What a rotting stench My imagination runs wild at what it could be Open up the can to discover

now, sick, sick, sick Wave the flag of warfare, plague Famine and death, let God sort them out Indiscriminate slaughter of the damned Rotting carnage

, open the bedroom door. Sit me on the potty, and pull the TV in there, ya know so id sit and watch and wait. I mean hours, I must have been rotting