Decay

The sun sets behind the craze

The prevalent scent of agony

The sound is stuck to my clothes

And it's not lettin' go

You can put your walls up, but they're all comin' down

Buildings made of brick are built on hollow ground

But everything must fall

Tragedy is a close friend of mine

Roof caves in at any given time

My bones long to rest, my heart longs to beat

And I long for eternity

And you can put your walls up, but they're all comin' down

Buildings made of brick are built on hollow ground

We all have such good intentions, pave the way with hallucinations

Desperation sets on our isolated fingertips, oh

But I bet you'll get a kick, a kick out of this