Rot Lyrics

Why have I worried about my departure from man?
Them and I ever never seen eye to eye,
As they live in short blistering existence
Focused on the filth of only them.

Each of them like the common cold,
Just a nuisance, hoping to become the next plague.

They're their own idol in those lost lustful eyes,
As they decay in there so-called Garden of Eden.
They still feel blessed being so perfectly flawed

In love with their own shadows, they will follow them to the edges of cliffs.
They want to be the perfect spring blossom,
But they will never see the true light,
Since they will not accept the truth set in front of them.
They can never grow to see the true beauty in this world.

(Rot) Why have I worried about my departure from man?
(Rot) Them and I ever never seen eye to eye,
(Rot) As they live in short blistering existence
(Rot) Focused on the filth of only them.