Decay

[Intro]

Can I rest my head?

On your shoulder for a moment?

I need to rest my head

It's getting harder to control it

I wrote my testament

Have my money, the car & home

Because I don't want it alone

[Chorus]

I'm drowning in the rain, the rain, the rain

My bones all washed away, away, away

'Til the mud turns into clay

That's how deep I'm buried, deep I'm buried

Will the flowers rise in May?

To grow into new, the old you has to decay

[Verse 1]

I planned my funeral

Had the invites printed

Bought a pinstriped suit

All my farewells written

Suicide is a sin

'Cause I was raised as a Christian

But I lost every single thing

I worked for in an instant, listen

Whose fault was that?

Tried blaming everyone beside myself for all the bad

I ignored every fucking warning sign along the path

Then act surprised when my car is crashed

Arm in a cast

The trauma doctor said I almost flatlined

Why didn't I die?

I was supposed to be known

Now they expose me online

I hired lawyers to erase what they were saying, I tried

But I was lying to myself

That everything would be fine

Lord, save me

Karma fucking played me

Cheated on every girl that I knew since I was 18

But it's time to change me

I just had a baby

It's time to be a real man for my little lady

[Chorus]

I'm drowning in the rain, the rain, the rain

My bones all washed away, away, away

'Til the mud turns into clay

That's how deep I'm buried, deep I'm buried

Will the flowers rise in May?

To grow into new, the old you has to decay

[Bridge]

I'm stuck

Laying in the muck

Maggots picking at me like I'm lunch

Yuck

No one gives a fuck

They wanna see me fail

I gotta bury every fucking enemy

Including myself

I said I'm stuck

Laying in the muck

Maggots picking at me like I'm lunch

Yuck

No one gives a fuck

They wanna see me fail

I gotta bury every fucking enemy

Including myself

[Chorus]

I'm drowning in the rain, the rain, the rain

My bones all washed away, away, away

'Til the mud turns into clay

That's how deep I'm buried, deep I'm buried

Will the flowers rise in May?

To grow into new, the old you has to decay