Rotting
I'm rotting insideMy flesh turns to dustWhisper, “are you dying?” in my earI'm so sick to deathTumors in my headWhisper, “are you dying?” in my earBlack rose of deathIn my fist I clutchThorns shred my finger tipsAnd drips toxic bloodKiss me one last timeWipe off my sweatWhisper, “are you dying?” in my earAs my bones they rust20 pounds of trustWhisper, “are you dying?” in my earBlack rose of deathIn my fist I clutchThorns shred my finger tipsAnd drips toxic bloodI'm rotting insideMy flesh turns to dustWhisper, “are you dying?” in my earKiss me one last timeWipe off my sweatWhisper, “are you dying?” in my earWhisper, “are you dying?” in my ear