To Dust

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