[00:00.00] 作曲 : Jack Bergin/James McKendrick/Lance Prenc/Jonathon Deiley
[00:01.00] 作词 : Jack Bergin
[00:54.21]It seems I'm out of my place
[00:55.20]Bouncing off the walls, disconnected brain
[00:56.31]How sweet it all must taste
[00:56.94]Scraped off the floor and shoved in your face
[01:00.66]So tell me how's it taste to know waste of space?
[01:02.55]No name, deadweight, another forgotten face
[01:03.39]Decay, enough is ever enough
[01:07.50]I want decay, hedonistic rush
[01:08.22]Decay, at the top of my lungs
[01:24.36]I want decay, my ballistic crutch
[01:25.20]Hate crawling through my veins
[01:25.74]Skin don't take all too much to get under these days
[01:28.47]How sweet it all must taste
[01:35.40]Shove it down my throat like a toxic waste
[01:47.46]I'll tell you how it tastes to be a waste of space
[02:03.09]No name, deadweight, another forgotten face
[02:17.91]Don't say you know me when you're dancing on my grave
[02:19.08]Bad religion, bad decisions, we will never be the same
[02:34.77]Decay, enough is ever enough
[02:39.18]I want decay, hedonistic rush
[02:39.84]Decay, at the top of my lungs
[02:47.79]I want decay, my ballistic crutch

作曲 : Jack Bergin/James McKendrick/Lance Prenc/Jonathon Deiley
作词 : Jack Bergin
It seems I'm out of my place
Bouncing off the walls, disconnected brain
How sweet it all must taste
Scraped off the floor and shoved in your face
So tell me how's it taste to know waste of space?
No name, deadweight, another forgotten face
Decay, enough is ever enough
I want decay, hedonistic rush
Decay, at the top of my lungs
I want decay, my ballistic crutch
Hate crawling through my veins
Skin don't take all too much to get under these days
How sweet it all must taste
Shove it down my throat like a toxic waste
I'll tell you how it tastes to be a waste of space
No name, deadweight, another forgotten face
Don't say you know me when you're dancing on my grave
Bad religion, bad decisions, we will never be the same
Decay, enough is ever enough
I want decay, hedonistic rush
Decay, at the top of my lungs
I want decay, my ballistic crutch