Destined to Rot - Cliteater

Inferiors, minions, beware

Of this depressive message proclaimed

Nothing but festering, stools, we are

Destined to rot

We’re destined to rot

Prescient dogma, no one can escape from

We’re destined to rot

Tragedy of mind and flesh

The anatomy of the path we walk is so simple

Running in pathetic circles

To find our pathetic destinations

It all means nothing

Going for a cheap rush

Blinded, Depravity

Of human fools