I’ve been known to try and pick you up and then sell you for a tidy profit. The raindrop swings by like a cylon eye. I know the worms lives must be justified.
For genocide, entrapment and the lies, I will be the king.
Feelings have a way of escaping me. Bring me down to where you used to be. And now the sky doesn’t seem so bright.
I was wide awake when I lost my life.
I can’t be done, but I can no longer run. There’s so much things I haven’t done. The worms, they feed; I’m a glorious feast. The best dish served cold was me.