.[Verse 1]
There's nothing that's poetic about a bedsore
Stasis is damage
I cleaned the bowl of fruit I brought
It sat till it turned to food for flies
See how they dine on trials awry
[Pre-Chorus]
But later I came over>
The house smelt heavy
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