Worms of the earth, rise in numbers
A silent night brings them upon us
Rising from the soil to torment the living
Torment the living
Gentlemen, our faith is wounded
And yes, we are wounded too
They’ve come out from the swamp
But we, we stand on both legs
They will roll over and over and over again
And another lonely pacifist lying in the sun
There is no
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