They said I'd never make it out
Five months from now and I'd be six feet underground
Make your arrangements and spend time with those closest
Then hope like Hell it was a misdiagnosis
I'm rotting out
I'm caving in
This can't be how I meet my end
Can't let you in
Won't do me in
Death by division
They can't tell you how this all starts
But they'll take notes as you fall apart
As I wither and begin to rust
Will I beat this or return to dust
Or return to dust
I'm contemplating every single decision I've made
While being forced to find some grace in an early grave
Not rotting out
Not caving in
This won't be how I meet my end
Won't let you in
Can't do me in
Death by division
They can't tell you how this all starts
But they'll take notes as you fall apart
As I wither and begin to rust
Will I beat this or return to dust
Or return to dust
Don't give me hope
If its filled with doubt
Just pass me the rope and I'll see myself out
They can't tell you how this all starts
But they'll take notes as you fall apart
As I wither and begin to rust
Will I beat this or return to dust
Or return to dust
Or return to dust
Or return to dust
OR RETURN TO DUST
