Thermonuclear zone of polidium Burning All surgace contaminating the plagued planet Reflections, pollution, Hexagonal eggs contain... Lowering creatures
Angel of sphere, crushed by inside Mercury spouting the grinding hemisphere Circular columns astral images, fillings Amazing construction of hybrid badges
[Instrumental]
Decomposted gas on ions And electrons recombination The dissociation and ionisation is In dynamic equilibrium Cosmic substance group between Interstellar
Drag of crime in the path of dupe Crushing the brief of human counts Anger; hate is the blame Ghastly sounds stun my fear Stun my fear Abysmal lunatic
Reconstruction in the amorphous line of time Powerful emanation of energy I see the constellations changing colour Mathematical combinations of triangular
Organic material tunnel Embryonic stellar drones Heat Visions flashes shiny chaos Loud flickers of light repeated Worm skinholes around me Stellar frost
State of the matter before (The) primary explosion In the cosmology of the big-bang, this is The extremely compressed neutrons Of the primary substance
Unbalanced breeze distortion Unbalanced container abstraction Distance is something we understand In a primal way I feel (symmetry?) In the light
Eclipsing cosmic waves Inside the dome zero gravity Now the reality portal is totally open Swallow me, revolting organic being Dome i can see, waiting
[Bonus track]
Metric collosus of pain violator Agonizing sorrow chasm in the light Burial around the slave of mirrors Floating cadaver in the monochrome Floating
Unbalanced breeze distortion Unbalanced container abstraction Distance is something we understand In a primal way I feel (Symmetry?) In the light
I'm a worm man, I'm fed up, there's no hope I wanna puke, I want some dirt I'm a w-w-worm man Gonna crawl in a hole, nobody's my friend I'm no good
Sneering at a leering lady as she stares and squirms At Wanda with her saintly smile and living wig of worms I like to watch their faces fall as
If you're the bird whenever we pretend it's summer Then I'm the worm, I know the part, it's such a bummer But fair is fair, if my segments get separated
I sit each morning, look at my empty notebook The room is quiet, the air conditioning sounds like rain falling Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann
Although you think me cold and slimy I've got a nice home Tasted your best guacamole And siesta'd at noon in the cool of the soil A worm's life can be
