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Old Feeding The Worms

your skin and then Munching on the meat within Life is over - now you're dead Worms are crawling through your head The worms crawl in - the worms crawl

your skin and then Munching on the meat within Life is over - now you're dead Worms are crawling through your head The worms crawl in - the worms crawl

Sigmund Freuds for the cause Your whole life's a waitin' room for worms Strangest occurs, you see Venus in furs With toast out facin' Earth, avenge my sixteen Your old

Out on the bog sits a mouldy old shack, A graveyard out front and a swamp in the back, The creature who lives there personifies death, She'll curdle your

rain forest for cows just to graze It's killin' the populous while you clone test tube babes Test the change, 'cuz of the fantasies they try to feed

Pictures of fields without fences... Shangri La... and Jesus, Jesus in a bowl of germs (don't get scared dad...) after all god loves this whole of worms

the ship shape and bristol fashion snuck a jammy through the red tape and tip toe past him. worm teeth grinding feverishly below, as little organic hacksaws eager to feed

old and lazy, But I'm happy you're here. I really hope these activists don't free Billy, 'cause out there in the wild, I'd be dead. The sight of bloodworms put him in a feeding

't even feed ourselves Our real test of strength is caring Not the war toys we sell the world Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms Old glory