| Life, another cruel joke, the unkindest cut |
| A mocking, hollow shell |
| Death, would free you from this yoke, but a sense in your gut |
| Won’t let you leave this hell |
| The damage already done |
| There’s no recourse but one |
| To take the strain |
| Of a world gone insane |
| So rot your brain |
| Let the decibels stream, get lost in the pain |
| As your ears start to bleed, find the solace you need |
| In this numbing refrain: rot your brain |
| Your eardrums throb, fight pain with more pain |
| Let your mind go to seed, you’ll find all that you need |
| In this numbing refrain: |
| Rot your brain |
| Pain, the only release, all that’s left to feel |
| Overwhelming the chaos in your head |
| Scream, as you stop seeking peace, there’s no need to heal |
| A psyche that’s already dead |
| In a mind long destroyed |
| All that cancels the noise |
| Is this deafening dissonant strain |
| Where madness becomes sane |
| So rot your brain |
| Your spirit benumbed, the din starts its thrum |
| Embrace the decay, you’re half-dead anyway |
| Let the neighbors complain as you rot your brain |
| Find the solace you seek in the cascading gain |
| Tympanic membrane be damned, place your life in the hands |
| Of the musically deranged and |
| Rot your brain |
| Don’t mind the grue as your ears leak and ooze |
| And drool coats your dull, waxen face |
| Now at last you find peace, as your brain functions cease |
| A mind is quite pleasant to waste |
| Rot your brain |
| Drown out all the lies, brain cells wither and die |
| All thought blurs away, and the stench of decay |
| All thought blurs away, and the stench of decay |
| Will be all that remains — rot your brain |
| Embrace the danger, of this cacophonous clangor |
| Grey matter will ooze, but there’s not much to lose |
| And madness to gain, when you |
| Rot your brain |