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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— Letras de cancionesI— I— My bed is never made I know what I'm not One foot out the grave Leaving from the rot From Letras Mania