It's here I sit and rust amid this ruin and rancour like tyre irons
Toothy grills and car parts before me... the acid rain floods my
Floorboard, burns my pores and rots my upholstery
Once I was worshipped, polished magnificently, now I lay in decay by the dirty
Angry bay
I'm ready to leave
I wanna be out of here
I'm ready to rot away
I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to rot
My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue
My body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor block manifolds and metal relics
What was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty
But this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway
I'm ready to leave
I wanna be out of here
I'm ready to rot away
I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to rot
Dig me...
But don't...
Bury me
