Rot Of The Stars - Seafood

The rot of the stars is creeping by

To merge in avenues while freeways glide

Caught in the shade we stumble through

To burn our way among the chosen few

You could have said

The wait is almost over

Back in the middle, stuck up in the middle again

Bruised and scarred you come to me for comfort

But I’ve seen the rot of the stars and they2re to blame

Drift though shrinker men

To simplify again

Become what you are I hear you say

Stuck inside this shell we start to fade

You could have said

The wait is almost over

Back in the middle, stuck up in the middle again

Bruised and scarred you come to me for comfort

But I’ve seen the rot of the stars and they’re to blame

You could have said

The wait is almost over

Back in the middle, stuck up in the middle again

Bruised and scarred you come to me for comfort

But I’ve seen the rot of the stars and they’re to blame