Music slithers through my skull
Like a struggling maggot-
Drowning in my brain fluids.
I gotta shake my head-
This isn't real, nothing's inside.
Hollowed eye sockets ooze black
But everything is gray.
And my mind is still rotting maggot music.
It's pulsing, throbbing in dull metals
To slit my tongue in two for the blood of one.
I can't feel this, I can't feel you, I can't feel...
I am a worm, and I'm covered in dirt
And all I can do is play my part, and
Play music.