There's a rust-bitten memory Breathing low in my chest A fading spark that flickers Where my pulse once used to rest Something stirs in the corner Of the backroom of my head It doesn't speak or warn me Just grows on what I've bled I'm stepping over remnants That should've turned into dust They bloom like spoiled roses In a garden built on rust And there's a shape in the mirror Pulling me through the dark inside It calls my name so gently Like it owns what's left alive I know, I know, there's something rotten here I know, I know, there's something rotten here I feel it sinking deeper and it never lets me breathe I know, I know, there's something rotten here Every footstep drags a weight Like a stone tied to my spine And the silence chews my edges Till I'm hollow in the line There's something dead but breathing Wrapping fingers through my core A crooked, dying laughter Etching circles at my door I know, I know, there's something rotten here I know, I know, there's something rotten here I feel it sinking deeper and it never lets me breathe I know, I know, there's something rotten here Down the hallway of my mind There's a shadow keeping still And every time I walk toward it I feel it learning how to kill I know, I know, there's something rotten here I know, I know, there's something rotten here I carry this voice crawling dragging right behind my feet I know, I know, there's something rotten here And it won't let go