Testo di Hope You're Rotting

In some kind of night terror There was this ghost And we shared our deaths while sleepwalking through life But as casualties rose, he found in me a scapegoat He found his lack of passion as a fault of mine And i hope the roses on his grave are rotting away And if i take so much as a petal out on you, i'm sorry But he's not worth mentioning cuz he means nothing to me now Good as dead in a body bag, either hanged or shot or drowned But before his grave he made it clear: my hands dug his hole Then he slithered six feet under into that new home And i hope the roses on his grave are rotting away And if i take so much as a petal out on you, i'm sorry And i hope the roses on his grave are rotting away And if i take so much as a petal out on you, i'm sorry