Testo The Rot

Lean into the rot
Not between the noise
Fester like the fruit
You pass by out the door
Lean into the rot
Pot it in the sun
Cradled like a bab—
Rest for days to come
I've peeled, you're peeling too
Stand still, I'll rot with you

Lean into the rot
Revel in the mud
Count the bugs in twos
Catch their every move
Lean into the rot
Stationary truce
Wallow in the shade
How could I refuse?

I'm green, you're turning blue
Hold still, I'll rot with you
I—
I—
I—
I—

My bed is never made
I know what I'm not
One foot out the grave
Leaving from the rot