[Intro] Cap's dry. Serve me something foul. Give me the notes you couldn't save. The ones left sitting in the dark. [Interlude] [Verse 1] Found a little riff gone sour Left it breathing in the corner Chewed the edges, drank the flavor Let the ugly notes grow longer Something crawling through the measure Something hiding in the tone Every chord is getting heavier Every bar becomes my home [Pre-Chorus] Feed me the broken Feed me the wrong Give me the pieces You thought didn't belong I can taste it I can hear it Something rotten Drawing near it [Chorus] With spores comes MOLD! Let it crawl, let it take hold With spores comes MOLD! Turn that sound into something cold Bucket cap, crooked crown Drag the whole damn groove down With spores comes MOLD! You made the music. I made it mine. - - [Instrumental] - - [Verse 2] I am inside you now Underneath the rhythm Behind the beat Green at the edges Black in the middle Every little note Starting to weaken Sour chords drip through my veins Heavy feet and crooked frames What was sweet is getting strange What was yours is wearing my name [Build] Don't clean it Don't fix it Leave the damage where it sits Don't fight it Don't hide it Let the rotten rhythm ride it [Chorus] With spores comes MOLD! Let it crawl, let it take hold With spores comes MOLD! Every harmony loses control Bucket cap, crooked crown Pull another layer down With spores comes MOLD! You made the music. I made it mine. [Instrumental Solo] [Bridge] One small spore becomes a thousand One bad note becomes the tide Maybe you can save me... Please don't scrape me off... I know I've made a mess of things I know I've changed the way I look But I was only trying to find Somewhere I could belong Please don't leave me here alone Don't turn away and close the door I don't know what I am anymore I just don't want to be alone... Or maybe you can- [Final Build] Feed me bile Feed me grime Give me every broken line Let it fester Let it spread PUT THE BUCKET ON YOUR HEAD! PUT THE BUCKET ON YOUR HEAD! Feed me bile Feed me grime Give me every broken line Let it fester Let it spread PUT THE BUCKET ON YOUR HEAD! PUT THE BUCKET ON MY HEAD! PUT THE BUCKET ON OUR HEADS! [Chorus] WITH SPORES COMES MOLD! WITH SPORES COMES MOLD! WITH SPORES COMES MOLD! WITH SPORES COMES MOLD!
