Rather Rot

Go

Let Go
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
While you drag me through the mud, let go
I've been in a grave
Six feet wide by six feet deep
You're afraid
Tell me I'm insane
Tell me what you need for me to go and start again
You're insane
Get it through your head
There is nothing left for you to come out here and say

If I hit the bottle
The tell me what you got
Life's a fucking mystery
Then I'd rather rot
I'd rather rot
I'd rather rot
Oh no, I'd rather rot

So take me to my grave
And tell me you're afraid
Push out all the pessimists
And show them what you've made

If I hit the bottle
The tell me what you got
Life's a fucking mystery
Then I'd rather rot
I'd rather rot
I'd rather rot
Oh no, I'd rather rot

So was it your sickness
That said I was wrong
You cut me into pieces
Just to keep me alone

Would you rather I
Would you rather I
Would you rather I

Rot



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Arcaic
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