How To Rot

Theoretically, Fidel was right, boy
You are not a resistor
He pumps with his left, but he leads with his right
You are not a resistor
Oh, I don't care about love or games
Oh, I'm burning entropic social thread flames, oh

You are not, you are not, you are not, you are not
You are not, you are not, you are not
This hell is already so hot
The bodies have lined up to rot
You'll never be revolution
The revolution don't give a fuck
Kill the cancer, install another cancer
That you think is good enough, oh

The way you look at the sails
Look at the sails
Even the mightiest vessel
There's no coming back for the whales
And still we push on
To the love of buying a song
Can we sing like this?

You think maybe R, but it be the C
You think you'd be R, but it be the C
And Brandy, you're a fine girl
A good wife you would be
Cool, cool

But I'm not, I am not, I am not, I am not
I am not, I am not, I am not
But I'm not, I am not, I am not, I am not
Can do that, the shit that I've got
When I walk backwards straight into hell
And show you fucks all how to rot
Now, I will walk backwards straight into hell
And show you fucks all how to rot
How to rot, oh