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Rotten Bones
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Rotten Bones został wydany 7 czerwca 2026 przez EgoB jako część albumu Rotten Reflections
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Data wydania7 czerwca 2026
WytwórniaEgoB
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM100

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EgoB
EgoB
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roeland Verhaeren
Roeland Verhaeren
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EgoB
EgoB
Producer

Tekst Utworu

I’m the last…
The last rotting bone.
Ash to ash…
I still go on.
Dust in my lungs, hate in my tone,
I rise from ruin — I rot alone.
Skeleton singing, silence so loud,
Graveyard gospel, gathering crowd.
Dust is my doctrine, death is my throne,
I’m the last — the last rotting bone.
Tombstones tremble when I speak,
Echoes of anguish, ancient and weak.
Maggots make music, worms play drums,
Rot’s the rhythm where the darkness hums.
My ribs are ruins, my lungs are screams,
Buried in nightmares, building my dreams.
Flesh fades fast, the pain remains,
Rotting bone — blood in the rain.
Crows carve sermons across my skull,
Faithless and filthy, hollow and dull.
Every breath breaks into stone,
I am death’s echo — rotting bone.
Follow me, follow me, down below,
Where no light lives, where no seeds grow.
Whispers in dirt, the roots all moan,
Bury your name beside my throne.
I’m the last rotting bone, (yeah)
Grave is my throne.
I’m the last rotting bone,
Forever alone.
Echoes in the stone, (stone)
Hollow to the core.
I’m the last rotting bone,
Can’t decay no more.
Marrow is missing, maggots remain,
Skin turned to smoke, soul into pain.
Coffins collapse, the ground gives way,
Death is a dance — I lead the decay.
Veins full of venom, voice full of dust,
Rot is religion, and ruin is trust.
Crows compose my requiem song,
Been dead too right, been gone too long.
Heaven forgot me, hell won’t call,
I sing for the sinners — I swallow it all.
Graves keep secrets, bones don’t lie,
Every echo is a lullaby.
Flesh to fungus, thought to stone,
Dreams decay — I die alone.
Rot rains red through marrow and mold,
My story is silence — eternally told.
Hollow heartbeats — echo in vain,
Flesh turns to echoes calling my name.
Shadowed symphony, worms as choir,
Bone beats bone — funeral fire.
Burn me once, I still remain,
Ash and agony are my domain.
No god, no ghost, no flesh, no tone,
Just me — the last rotting bone.
Rotting bone… (slow down beat)
Rotting bone… (pitch down vocal)
Ashes sing where angels moan,
Rotting bone — I’m carved in stone.
Casket confession, call it my prayer,
Rot in my rhythm, rage in my air.
Voices of vermin sing through my skin,
Sin on the outside, sorrow within.
Shovel and shadow, dirt in my throat,
Death wrote my name in a crimson note.
Soul is a stranger, spirit’s unknown,
Born of the dust, bred in the bone.
Silence surrounds me, sound decays,
Time forgets what death portrays.
Rot in motion, rhythm and grief,
Every tear carves my belief.
Hollow as hunger, heavy as hate,
Rotting bone won’t disintegrate.
Crown of decay, throne of rust,
My legacy lingers — ashes and dust.
I’m the last rotting bone, (yeah)
Grave is my throne.
I’m the last rotting bone,
Forever alone.
Echoes in the stone, (stone)
Hollow to the core.
I’m the last rotting bone,
Can’t decay no more.
Rotting bone…
Still I roam…
Silence speaks — it calls me home.
Beneath the world, I stand alone.
Whisper my name — the dirt will know,
EgoB — the last below.
Written by: Roeland Verhaeren
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