Rot from ROT by Chapped Lips

Ay, I wanna sell my soul today
My skin is taking shape
Ay, to make the change
It all feels the same
My heart is beating cold the more I dig down
'Cause time is ticking and it's never ending sound
Won't stop me now

I've barely made it 22 years
So how am I supposed to feel?
When you barely gave me any type of reaction
Just watched me fucking rot

Ay, I wanna sell my soul today
My skin has taken shape
Ay, to make the change
You want me to make
When I'm pleading, is it all for nothing?
When I'm bleeding out, will angels let me in?
With my heart of sin?

I've barely made it 22 years
So how am I supposed to feel?
When you barely gave me any type of reaction
Just watch me fucking rot
Yeah!

Tell me what you see when you look me in the eyes
Do you see the empty shell of a person who has died
Do you see the dried stains from the tears they have cried
Do you see a broken soul with no sense of pride
Or do you see the rot you assume is in my chest
Underneath my clothes while I'm wearing Sunday's best
The rot you put in there when you decided to oblige and take me

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Just watch me fucking rot

• Alternative
• Rock
• alternative rock
• indie rock
• noise-rock
• punk
• Milwaukee