March of the Worm

Hang yourself out to dry

Your agony, with nothing to give

We have shown you how to ameliorate 

Winding arms around your neck

The march of the worm

A sickening sight, the pale return

You are a child, lost 

Emotions boil with disgust

Scraped from your mother's breast

I tenderly open her throat

The march of the worm

A sickening sight, the pale return

Tear out their eyes, eviscerate the young

Spawning deceit, the whore is speaking in tongues

We are forever the mark of the worm

A gaping mouth, until the filth returns 

Still she screams for him

And cries manipulation

Mouths that curl from all sides

Glistening, like her blood on the floor

The march of the worm 

A sickening sight, the pale return