Lyric Wormsong

i ve returned to wormland
spinning cadavercircles around the night
astroautopsies breathing orb and earth
eating the word of a starthief s birth

i ve returned to that deadend
with a fistful of throats from the downside
astroautopsies breathing orb and earth
eating the word of a starthief s birth

and we go for the poisonshow
let scythemilk and quicksilver flow
scissorsword and twinkleblade down the tongue
i ve cut my throat for the wormsong

the grindcrew s back again
warpin the where and when

and we go for the poisonshow
let scythemilk and quicksilver flow
scissorsword and twinkleblade down the tongue
i ve cut my throat for the wormsong