this is the bed that i have made this is the grave where i will lay these
are the hands where i will bury my face i dont believe in wasting
time searching for truth you never find nobody moves we live in the great
decay all these ghost towns share a name anywhere, usa all these
strangers look the same day after day after day this great decay, the
great decay from birth to the grave and ive seen what it can do and im
afraid its got me to cause i can feel it suck me in cause i can feel im
losing grip day after day its static life week after week is
sacrificed month after month you meditate all of the years that waste
away this is the life that i embrace this is the world that i
create falling into the great decay give in give in give up all these
verses share a theme we dont amount to anything its the day after
bloodsucking day this great decay, this great decay asleep in your grave
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