Текст песни
Lock myself in this room throw
Away the key never know peace
And just rot
Yeah, we rot
It's so fun creating filth
Let's sit on all this shit we built
And just rot
Yeah, we rot
Do you feel the gash in your chest?
Sleep it off
Mend the wound and party on
Raise the hairs on your neck
Brain is altered
Don't distract so we can
Rot, yeah, everybody rot in the club
Yeah, crawling under my skin, you hear me scream, I'm feeling nauseous
Rot, yeah, can you feel your face rot? Yeah
You don't wanna make a scene
It's getting morbid, bloody gorgeous
I've been trapped in this dungeon of a bedroom
Rotting corpse and I'm starting to grow mushrooms
All the creatures take a bite from the undergrowth
Get a look at all my nails turning indigo
And now the bass sounds bumping
Bodies bumping
I might flatline
Corpse bride techno baby
Symbiotic
Me and all these
Down bad broke and dirty
Girls who like to party
Rot, yeah, everybody rot in the club
Yeah, crawling under my skin, you hear me scream, I'm feeling nauseous
Rot, yeah, can you feel your face rot? Yeah
You don't wanna make a scene
It's getting morbid, bloody gorgeous
Rot, yeah, can you feel your face rot? Yeah
You don't wanna make a scene
It's getting morbid, bloody gorgeous
Rot, yeah, everybody rot in the club
Yeah, crawling under my skin, you hear me scream, I'm feeling nauseous
Rot, yeah, can you feel your face rot? Yeah
You don't wanna make a scene
It's getting morbid, bloody go-
Bass sounds bumping
Bodies rot
Symbiotic
Me and rot
Rot, yeah, everybody rot in the club