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?