Rotting Away

Wednesday 13

Compositor: Não Disponível

To say that I hate you, that would be too fucking nice
I'd pray to God up in heaven if he'd take your life

I've been waiting, I've been counting the days
Until the hearse arrives to drive you away

I can't wait till you're in your grave
And you're cold and rotting
I can't wait till you're in your grave
And you're cold and rotting away

You in a casket, that sounds fantastic to me
No longer breathing, this is the way it should be
Yeah, it should be

I've been waiting, I've been counting the days
Until the hearse arrives to drive you away

I can't wait till you're in your grave
And you're cold and rotting
I can't wait till you're in your grave
And you're cold and rotting away

I've been waiting, I've been counting the days
Until the hearse arrives to drive you away

I can't wait till you're in your grave
And you're cold and rotting
I can't wait till you're in your grave
And you're cold and rotting away

Rotting away
Rotting away