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Decay
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Decay was released on October 24, 2025 by Self Made Music Group, LLC as a part of the album Decay - Single
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Release DateOctober 24, 2025
LabelSelf Made Music Group, LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Call Me Karizma
Call Me Karizma
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morgan Francis Parriott
Morgan Francis Parriott
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Call Me Karizma
Call Me Karizma
Producer
Joel Ferber
Joel Ferber
Producer
Myssbeats
Myssbeats
Producer
Noah Bouhadana
Noah Bouhadana
Producer

Lyrics

Can I rest my head?
On your shoulder for a moment?
I need to rest my head
It’s getting harder to control it
I wrote my testament
Have my money, the car & and home
Because I don’t want it alone
I’m drowning in the rain, the rain, the rain
My bones all washed away, away, away
’Til the mud turns into clay
That’s how deep I’m buried, deep I’m buried
Will the flowers rise in May?
To grow into new, the old you has to decay
I planned my funeral
Had the invites printed
Bought a pinstriped suit
All my farewells written
Suicide is a sin
‘Cuz I was raised as a Christian
But I lost every single thing I worked for in an instant
(Listen)
Whose fault was that?
Tried blaming everyone beside myself for all the bad
I ignored every fucking warning sign along the path
Then act surprised when my car is crashed
Arm in a cast
The trauma doctor said I almost flatlined
Why didn’t I die?
I was supposed to be known
Now they expose me online
I hired lawyers to erase what they were saying
I tried
But I was lying to myself that everything would be fine
Lord, save me
Karma fucking played me
Cheated on every girl that I knew since I was 18
But, it’s time to change me
I just had a baby
It’s time to be a real man for my little lady
I’m drowning in the rain, the rain, the rain
My bones all washed away, away, away
’Til the mud turns into clay
That’s how deep I’m buried, deep I’m buried
Will the flowers rise in May?
To grow into new, the old you has to decay
I’m stuck
Laying in the muck
Maggots picking at me like I’m lunch
Yuck
No one gives a fuck
They wanna see me fail
I gotta bury every fucking enemy
Including myself
I said I’m stuck
Laying in the muck
Maggots picking at me like I’m lunch
Yuck
No one gives a fuck
They wanna see me fail
I gotta bury every fucking enemy
Including myself
I’m drowning in the rain, the rain, the rain
My bones all washed away, away, away
’Til the mud turns into clay
That’s how deep I’m buried, deep I’m buried
Will the flowers rise in May?
To grow into new, the old you has to decay
Written by: Morgan Francis Parriott
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