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Dry rot worming through my head
Dry rot wishing I was dead
Well, I begged the world to swallow me
It spat me out instead
Dry rot worming through my

My lips prepared to act in ways I shouldn't say
Say say say
A killer corpse you got
But watch that dry bye rot
watch that dry bye rot
Osteoporosis
With

No peace in pieces of wood
Purposed to keep me dry
Dry rot
Drenched yet comfortable
Dry rot
Or am I caught between the two?
Dry rot
Sorry its not me

I am dry-rot
I am diseased
Unremovable infection
I will not be flushed out

I can't be drained
I am diseased
Breaking like teeth
I am fatigue
Human

without works is dead and dry rot (Dry rot)
Ya need another hole in ya head, ya cyclops
You're third eye spiritually dead to psy-ops like (Ha-ha)
MK-Ultra

Isn't really 
Someone's thought
You wanna love
Yourself a lot
But you get caught
In the dry rot

Water
Wash me
Water
I need

A little while and you're

Fish

Vic Chesnutt

Left to His Own Devices

2001

And dry rot can get under trapeze swings.
Hollow as a plaster thing, sitting on a radiator.
And toxic as a brass ring.
Soft sung I'll be fascinating,

Handy

Weird Al Yankovic

Mandatory Fun [LP]

2014

Maybe I'll hook up your dish washer combo dryer
But all your pipes are antique
Your water pressure's too weak
You got an attic full of dry rot
Because

So you got dry rot and your water pressure's weak
Your trash compactor's broke, the roof has sprung a leak
You just found out your toilet's

Suffering Bastard

Lamb of God

Hourglass: The Anthology

2010

away foundation's identity
Replacing with shame

Transgression mythologized
Indiscretions immortalized

Anger inflamed with dry rot
Pushing

Suffering Bastard

Lamb of God

Hourglass, Vol. 1: The Underground Years

2010

Transgression mythologized, indiscretions immortalized. Anger 
Inflamed with dry rot, pushing towards severance. What a bloody mess. 
Visiting dark sites

Leave me out to dry and rot
Obviously I cry a lot
Want me to be what I am not
Stuck in my head, I try a lot

I can't quiet my thoughts
Don't

host
Come bathe, cleanse and wash
With livor mortis and dry rot...

...Lice and ticks...

Flesh matted with hatching spawn
Endo-parasites incubate in

the tulgeywood

When I came into my land
I did not understand
Neither dry rot, nor the burn pile
Nor the bark-beetle, nor the dry well
Or the black bear

my sight
Needle, need holes
Channel my urge to fight back
Can't find, won't find
Fall farther into dry rot
Under, sunder
Broken bones from buckshot

and gray
Cleansing dry rot of the past
Surfacing from the embers entombed

Two friends dead
In one year
One took his life
One overdosed

Grief is a cold

Run down the middle of the line...
Does the spine give you an inkling,
When the sockets do the drinking...?
Dry rot, risking not, i have had about

rapping look easy
Made this beat quick, man it was breezy
Uh, I am the spot, don't need a yacht
Tell you what, I got a lot
You're an eyesore, and dry rot

drive your car
Gasolines' gotten high and you're left with a quarter bar
Wipers dry rot and your oil needs changed
You're figuring out if i can change

the limelight's a killer on the eyesight
I recognize What I Got could crumble into dry rot
But then again, I might climb right to Sublime heights
And this divine

stack it up and then
I go and let it dry rot
Told your self you in the trenches
This the real you
Know your sneakers
Really tied up in the field ku
We

a track
Pressed
A lot
And Im giving 
All the glory
Back 
To 
God

Negus 
Want to talk about brands that's hot
Well that is not my plot 
I defeat dry rot

we're looking for!

This is just a head shot
Taken from your bae's yacht
Look like you're in deep thought
Contemplating dry rot

That's it  ...That's it

clot, blood clot
Never seen the pain of a knot
Gun shot gun shot
Another body get dropped
Dry rot mug shot
Let me get a noose with a yacht
New plot new