Rot

Intro (spoken / feedback swell):
Days blur together—
No clock, no purpose, no spine.

Verse 1:
Alarm clock dead, sunlight rots through the blinds
Same stain on the ceiling, same war in her mind
Resume buried under empty cans
Dreams folded up like shaking hands

She says “tomorrow” like it means something
But tomorrow’s just yesterday’s twin
Heartbeat syncing with the glow of a screen
Another hour swallowed by the in-between

Pre-Chorus:
Comfort’s a coffin with cushions and springs
Soft place to die, no pull-string
The room’s closing in, walls padded with shame
If this is living, say my fucking name

Chorus:
Bed rot—wake up, fall back down
Chair rot—trapped in a dead-end town
Couch rot—no fire, no fight
Miranda’s wasting every ounce of life

Verse 2:
Dust collects where ambition slept
Friends stopped calling, promises kept—
In silence
The job’s gone cold, the days hit repeat
Bones sink deeper into cheap upholstery

Every excuse stitched into the seams
“I’m just tired” doesn’t mean what it means
The weight of nothing pins her in place
A slow-motion erasing of a face

Pre-Chorus:
Comfort’s a coffin with cushions and springs
Soft place to die, no pull-string
The room’s closing in, walls padded with shame
If this is living, say my fucking name

Chorus:
Bed rot—wake up, fall back down
Chair rot—trapped in a dead-end town
Couch rot—no fire, no fight
Miranda’s wasting every ounce of life

Breakdown (callout-style):
GET—UP
OR—GET—USED—TO—DECAY

Foam-filled tombs
Fabric lies
You’re not resting—
You’re waiting to die

Bridge (half-time, eerie):
There’s a heartbeat under all that dust
Still twitching, still begging for rust
But comfort sings its siren song
Stay numb, stay quiet, stay gone

Final Chorus (slower, heavier):
Bed rot—wake up, fall back down
Chair rot—trapped in a dead-end town
Couch rot—no fire, no fight
Miranda’s wasting every ounce of—

Outro (last hit):
Life.

full aggressive metalcore song , keeping it raw, bitter, and breakdown-ready elecricore