the rot//rot

Love in this song is like a poorly healed wound: it hurts, it festers, but you still want to touch it. Here, passion and self-destruction are intertwined into a single viscous substance from which there is no escape without loss. When dependence on a person becomes almost biological, and feelings are like a virus that pleasantly tingles from within. Each word seems to be carved into the skin - with pain, with stubborn pleasure, with that very “let the scar remain, but honestly.” And in this gloomy tenderness, where illness is simply a form of love, there is something frighteningly alive.