The year has come full circle and now we’re standing here again
Your existence makes me pick at my skin
My existence makes you want more and more…
You are rotting, but it’s feeding the spores
I am retching, but it’s feeding the spores
Tomorrow is a new day with new light and new life
But right now we’re in the blackest depths of night
Winter bones emerging from a history of gore
You’re still rotting, but it’s feeding the spores
I am retching, but it’s feeding the spores
A touch can contaminate enough to grow a killer
A bloom in its freshest peak won’t take long to wither
An inviting scent can trigger a grotesque memory
But from the rot, new life
From the spores, we rise
