Rotten

Everyday when you wake
Another piece is gone and your in a state
Try hard to call your so called friends
Who stab you in the back to the very end

Just what is this game you play
Have you nothing better to say
Think your more important than you are
When everything has gone too far

The bitter the sweet the agitation
No glory in bile and frustration
Chorus
Your eating away
This world is eating your soul away

This is not a competition
Made to satisfy your indecision
I saw you just the other day
Another piece of you had been eaten away
Everyday when you wake
Another piece is gone and your still in a state
This is why your on your own
Cos you never let your hatred go