Rust by Knot Lyrics

He way objects pass like hours
With a face and sneering...
He bled on his pillow
And now rested in it

The sheets warm in morning...
Pickled in the mattress...
Suspended in them and
Thinking like a fetus...

To roll over and see
Ceiling fan unspinning
Shadowless in spring light
Flabby muscles ringing

Rust as spirit color
Rust as world entire
Rusty metal faucet
Drips rusty colored water
Rust as spirit color
Rusted-up and tired
Must be something I ate --
Could be wrongly wired