Rot

(cough, cough) Get ready for the storm.

I saw the shadow on the ridge line Spitting venom in the

dirt Dirt roads, cold steel,

burying the hurt

Double-barreled barrel to your chest Leave the crows to do the rest. (arghhh)

There is no saving grace!

Look me in the face!

Underneath the clay we

rot!

(rot!) Your shallow prayers are forgot! (hahaha)

Back in the mud where the snakes play

No forgiveness, no daylight,

no way Keep talking trash while we dig the pit

Now face the blade,

you piece of shit. (ohhhh) (snap)

(guttural roar) (arghhhhh)