The Great Decay - Cursive

this is the bed that i have made

this is the grave where i will lay

these are the hands where i will bury my face

i dont believe in wasting time

searching for truth you never find

nobody moves we live in the great decay

all these ghost towns share a name

anywhere, usa

all these strangers look the same

day after day after day

this great decay, the great decay

from birth to the grave

and ive seen what it can do

and im afraid its got me to

cause i can feel it suck me in

cause i can feel im losing grip

day after day its static life

week after week is sacrificed

month after month you meditate

all of the years that waste away

this is the life that i embrace

this is the world that i create

falling into the great decay

give in give in give up

all these verses share a theme

we dont amount to anything

its the day after bloodsucking day

this great decay, this great decay

asleep in your grave