WORMS

The withered, wasted, wounded gloom of the land
I throw myself inside your tar velvet sand
The skin all wretched and torn
The scars are too big to hide
And I know the worms return to creep inside
They return to creep inside me

Come watch me slowly turning to someone else
And study page after page what the doctrines tell
A child's call in the distance
I wish you could read my mind
And I know the worms return to creep inside
They return to creep inside me
Worms

Lay over, little lamb of love
Lay over for your kind is buried in this desert land
Deep in it's rotten soil
Our love will fly away to magnet star-field trap
Though I know the worms return to creep inside me
They return to creep inside me

They return to creep inside me
Worms

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