Rotten

Overgrown and rancid We have fallen There's nowhere left to go But the bottom The stench of self-consumption Sticks like pollen Let old times be forgotten We are rotten We've put our moral compass Up for auction That whitewash will explode Like guncotton Destination denigration We are locked in Let old times be forgotten We are rotten Screaming hollering and boycotting We think we'll win the race But we're crawling Our hearts are turning black Our blood's clotting Let old times be forgotten We are rotten The stench of self-consumption Sticks like pollen Let old times be forgotten We are rotten"