How To Rot

Theoretically, Fidel was right, boy
You are not a resistor
He pumps regular, but leads with his right
You are not a resistor
I don’t care about love or games
I’m burning entropic social thread flames
You are not you are not you are not you are not
You are not you are not you are not
This hell is already so hot
The bodies have lined up to rot
You’ll never be revolution
Revolution don’t give a fuck
Kill the cancer, install another cancer
That you think is good enough
So look at the sails, look at the sails
The mightiest vessel is no match for the whales
And still we push on
To the Leviathan song
And still we sing
You think it be R but it be the C
You think it be R but it be the C
And Brandy, you’re a fine girl
What a good wife you would be
I am not I am not I am not I am not
I am not I am not I am not
I am not I am not I am not I am not
Nearly as good as the shit that I got
But I’ll walk backwards straight into hell
And show you fucks all how to rot
Now we’ll walk backwards straight into hell
And show you fucks all how to rot