Decline
Left in the woods
Decay and deplete
I can hear the trumpets and the song that they sing
My time has come
And I couldn't really give a fuck less
Then I do right now
Come and take my life away
I've dreamt of this day
That you wield the blade
That causes me to leave this plane
Drag me down to the depths
Right where the wretched wallow
Deep inside their misery
Consuming me
Swallowed by the pits
I give in
To everlasting torture
This is what the voices
Spoke to me about
All of those times
Inside of my room
Here we are again
Confined by these fucking walls
For all eternity
I wanna rot the fuck away
Consumption of pain
I'm eternally damned
Forced to rot away
In a shallow fucking grave
Give it a day
A week at tops
And you'll forget about me
Let go of memories
Give up the ghost
I'm dead and I'm gone
I'm dead and I'm home
Leave me alone
Let me rot the fuck away
Watch my nose fall in my face
Decomposition
Is The goal
That's all that she wrote
Cut on my fuckin throat
Heroin up in my veins
Thoughts of us up in my brain
Consumption of pain
I wanna rot the fuck away
Decay and deplete
I can hear the trumpets and the song that they sing
My time has come
And I couldn't really give a fuck less
Then I do right now
Come and take my life away
I've dreamt of this day
That you wield the blade
That causes me to leave this plane
Drag me down to the depths
Right where the wretched wallow
Deep inside their misery
Consuming me
Swallowed by the pits
I give in
To everlasting torture
This is what the voices
Spoke to me about
All of those times
Inside of my room
Here we are again
Confined by these fucking walls
For all eternity
I wanna rot the fuck away
Consumption of pain
I'm eternally damned
Forced to rot away
In a shallow fucking grave
Give it a day
A week at tops
And you'll forget about me
Let go of memories
Give up the ghost
I'm dead and I'm gone
I'm dead and I'm home
Leave me alone
Let me rot the fuck away
Watch my nose fall in my face
Decomposition
Is The goal
That's all that she wrote
Cut on my fuckin throat
Heroin up in my veins
Thoughts of us up in my brain
Consumption of pain
I wanna rot the fuck away
Credits
Writer(s): Gage Estremera
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