Worms

The house keeps getting emptier
as another one is gone
I can't deny my bitterness
I have no soul left to write a song

I am trouble, I cause it to myself
but I am to blame for, me nobody else

We all live to die and rot, being dinner for a bunch of worms
One day the soil will have all of us
and there will be nowhere to go

Glad to have you all here
surviving with me through this storm
you see, the world ripped off my eyes
and thrown me to the wolves

But we all live to die and rot
being dinner for a bunch of worms
one day the soil will have all of us
and there will be nowhere to go

I can't find what's worth in having to be stuck in your tracks
so I won't follow by your rules
because your rules were made by and for fools
For I've been in hell all along anyway
I've tried to fit, but now I've torched the place
I sniped the owner a mile away
I'm only allowed here, so here I will stay

I found my place
when I lost my way

But we all live to die and rot
being dinner for a bunch of worms
one day the soil will have all of us
and where'll you still be said to go?
Yet we pray, we obey, we all hope to retry
there'll be a spare life they say
But when the soil has all of us
where'll be the life you paid for with this one?