Introducing: The Rot Under the Sun

Let’s just end what we’ve begun
I know we’re at a loss
Like the desert, we’ve become
A place to die alone, a place to die alone
And if vultures have their reason for desecrating skin
Then I’ll be the rot under the sun
Are you listening to me?
If dead stalk the living in complicated schemes
Then I’ll be the one foot in the grave
Are you listening to me?
Why does this feel like a bad dream?
(Burning bridges crumbling over you)
Why do I feel so numb?
(Burning bridges crumbling over me)
Let’s just end what we’ve begun
We were robbed of something more
Like the desert, we’ve become
A place to die alone, a place to die alone
And if junkies have their reasons for penetrating skin
I’ll be the needle in your arm
Are you listening?
If all the world’s a stage
Where the characters decease
I’ll be the first to kiss the earth
Are you listening to me?
Why does this feel like a bad dream?
(Burning bridges crumbling over you)
Why do I feel so numb?
(Burning bridges crumbling over me)
Why can’t I wake from all the grieving?
Why does this feel like a bad dream?
(Burning bridges crumbling over me)
Kill the sound, it’s getting worse
We’re falling deep from poison nerves
Battling to keep complete
Is this what we deserve?
Lights go out, we keep from sleep
We’re threatened with a curse
Tragedy we can’t release
When will we ever learn?
Why does this feel like a bad dream? (Yeah!)
(Burning bridges crumbling over you)
Why do I feel so numb?
(Burning bridges crumbling over me)
Why can’t I wake from all the grieving?
Why does this feel like a bad dream?
(Burning bridges crumbling over me)