Stagnant Presence Lyrics

A dull daze
Stagnant and thoughtless
No emotions
No motivation

Whitewashed room
Living to consume

Mold climbs across the ceiling
Engulfing everything
As you sit and watch, it seems rapid but time crawls by the same
The room pulsates and the mold grows

If you valued your life you'd get up and leave
But the mold's more alive than it's lonely observer

Sitting on your ass
Rotting behind cold eyes
Bacteria consume your flesh
Assuming your dead
If it wasn't for that wet spot on the ground
It'd be like you were never even there