"Full Worm Garden" lyrics
A token left with judgment, a memento left ajar
A secret never wanted, death-defying little charms
How to defend, pretend, selective, piss-away so long neglected
Pretty frozen underground, from above the odor leering
Pass the meat from which I stink of
All those tethered whether-wise
A blood stain, all the wiser, desperation kicks the stool
A little bruise to lose demure, a staple cut and dry
In the sink, dissection, decimation is the rule
In determining direction, acting agent, act the fool
Pass the meat from which I stink of
Putrid helping kept inside
Tincture, warning, second cousin to the new invention
Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion
Tincture of lead, be said, with no remorse, full of confusion
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out, full worm garden
A prick upon the finger, looking back like looking through
To develop in the mixture, of a portion of a view
The distant elevation of a faded wicked high
Divination, ask a question, of a spirit for a thing you used to hide
Pass the meat from which I stink of
Passed out serving on the side
From the meat I'm suffocating
Cutting from the bone to hide
Tincture, warning, second cousin to the new invention
Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion
Tincture of lead, be said, with no remorse, full of confusion
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out, full worm garden
A noose-knit put on sweater, tie it up around the arm
Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun
Assume today, a game to play, cardboard house in disarray
Tremble little joker, think, dig it deep, don't be afraid
A secret never wanted, death-defying little charms
How to defend, pretend, selective, piss-away so long neglected
Pretty frozen underground, from above the odor leering
Pass the meat from which I stink of
All those tethered whether-wise
A blood stain, all the wiser, desperation kicks the stool
A little bruise to lose demure, a staple cut and dry
In the sink, dissection, decimation is the rule
In determining direction, acting agent, act the fool
Pass the meat from which I stink of
Putrid helping kept inside
Tincture, warning, second cousin to the new invention
Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion
Tincture of lead, be said, with no remorse, full of confusion
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out, full worm garden
A prick upon the finger, looking back like looking through
To develop in the mixture, of a portion of a view
The distant elevation of a faded wicked high
Divination, ask a question, of a spirit for a thing you used to hide
Pass the meat from which I stink of
Passed out serving on the side
From the meat I'm suffocating
Cutting from the bone to hide
Tincture, warning, second cousin to the new invention
Addictive, so charming, second only to a forced infusion
Tincture of lead, be said, with no remorse, full of confusion
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness, lay me out, full worm garden
A noose-knit put on sweater, tie it up around the arm
Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun
Assume today, a game to play, cardboard house in disarray
Tremble little joker, think, dig it deep, don't be afraid
