The Place Where Nothing Rots
Vital smiles as far as the eye can see
Corpses and dead bodies all surrounding me
Their eyes are still open staring into my soul

The place where nothing rots is my home
The streets are filled with people that I could have known
No one's there for me when I am in need

My girlfriend has never left my bed
It always rains I'm sick of seeing red
Does anyone out there possess the strength
To spend another day inside my head

What's the point of having a funeral?
Taking something bad and making it beautiful?
For sky-high profits we all just reap what we sow

I don't want to be asleep anymore
Pricetags on our coffins, that we can't afford
If we kill ourselves it'll cost us more
My girlfriend has never left my bed
It always rains I'm sick of seeing red
Does anyone out there possess the strength
To spend another day inside my head