Rot

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Rotting away.

That's all I've been doing lately on my off days.

Watch movies.

Listen to music.

Record.

A never-ending cycle.

I've lost my purpose.

I've lost myself.

And I pray that I find it again.

Love, Eran.

Need to step it up.

Current Song Mood: Lacey Sturm - Rot

I can't hold my head up in this dark room anymore 
I need a lightning bolt to raise me from this grave 
Here comes fresh fire 
Fresh fire, fresh fire 

So infatuated by the darkness and so surrounded by the light 
Oh my God, save my soul 
And still I want what's pure and want what's right 
But I need another fix tonight
Oh my God, save my soul 

Beneath her glowing eyes that call like fire to a moth
The most disgusting lies are dressed in beauty that'll rot
Oh my God, you've won the coldest battle we've fought 
Deliverance is mine, from more of this beauty that'll rot 

Mirror mirror on the wall, will there be glory if I fall?
Oh my God, save my soul 
I need a faith that's solid as concrete, but the impact's broken both my knees 
Oh my God, save my soul

Beneath her glowing eyes that call like fire to a moth
The most disgusting lies are dressed in beauty that'll rot
Oh my God, you've won the coldest battle we've fought 
Deliverance is mine, from more of this beauty that'll rot 
Don't wanna rot 

I can't hold my head up in this dark room anymore 
I need a lightning bolt to raise me from this grave 
Here comes fresh fire

Breathtaking blinding truth, freedom I never knew 

Oh my God, you've won the coldest battle we've fought 
Deliverance is mine, from more of this beauty that'll rot