Paroles de The Worm

A deformed mind's illusion, mouldering his senses, depraves his thoughts A deformed mind's illusion, controlling his senses, controlling his thoughts I know what you fear That fear is sanity The black worm crawls up his cortex Thoughts no longer sufficient, the parasite must feed The black worm crawls up his cortex Controlling his thoughts, controlling his deeds The worm feeds on thoughts, feeds on lust, feeds on will, feeds on life A deformed mind's corrosion, trapped and bound to a prison of flesh A deformed mind's pollution, a wraith of insanity, a decomposing mesh