You’re past 18 now, for you no more studying history.

Go out to see the world

It’s already at your feet.

Everywhere, at every hour day and night

All you can exploit- it’s endless.

Seems like ages ago you still knew us;

You were like us.

You were loved...

Then you started feeling cold.

Rot-away, rot-away, rot-away.

Everything that made you, defined you,

What gave you name- and destiny.

You won’t need any of it where you’ll find yourself next.

Rot-away, rot-away, rot-away.