Cryptopsy - White Worms Lyrics
It's almost nightThe clouds are streaked with violetAnd the moon is brightBanish your innocenceThere is no breezeDisquiet lurks in silenceBy this place of powerYour sins must escalateWhat has come beforeAnd recurs perpetuallyIs on it's wayCherish each atrocityWoodland dark surroundingsIll lit by twin beaconsA black car approachesWith two men inside itWith the right temptationMurder needs to promptingThe man riding shotgunHas just killed his own sonTo nurture the white wormsStill and isolatedThe woodframe house stands vacantHumans that once lived hereCan no longer be foundAnd yet all are presentWell fed and ghastly whiteIn the mound of moist earthThat sits just by the roadHis rigid features inexpressiveHe flings his son's blonde head upon the heapThis last act earns him his metamorphosisFor he who built the house is at the wheelTo nurture the white wormsDarkling souls, though larvalWith each sin can mutateInto something dreadfulBefore dawn, you'll pupateAnd feed on innocentsNourished by more like youTo someday haunt the aetherIn obscene evolutionThe house is hellWith it's windows all agapeThrough these come some wormsAnd they have sprouted wingsFear is forever, the objectiveTo goad the rest of humanityInto acts of pervert natureAnd bring out the worm in all of us
