The Worm Songtext
von Fetish Doll

Dreaming once again of a cleaver
Buried deep inside the old man′s head
I can't remember if I was ever normal
Conversing with the trees, becoming death

Spacing out the time for needed stillness
Observing human pigs with no control
I can′t say I dread each day before me
How can one feel sad without a soul?

I feel the worm taking control
I feel the worm in place of a soul
I feel the worm taking control
I feel the worm in place of a soul


One foot in the spirit world
And one foot in the mundane world
I cannot feel what I see
I cut myself to feel myself
No one seems to see that I cannot feel a thing

Searching through the ashes to find the embers
Reflecting on a dream that I could taste
Then comes the worm, the killing, and the madness
I realize I'm nothing but a shade

I feel the worm taking control
I feel the worm in place of a soul
I feel the worm taking control
I feel the worm in place of a soul