S.v.d Wormwood
I feel a little down
I lie awake, empty thoughts
I wonder why all of this misery exists
I fail to see carnal works are the works of man
And now my faith in humanity's all dead
Live and let live is a dying cliche
Cosmos diabolics unleashed
And now it's time, Wormwood
Live and let die the arrogant thoughts of the self absorbed
For it is they Wormwood comes for
Degenerate societies purified through disease
They're blasphemy and complacency shattered
Wormwood
I feel a little lost
I close my eyes forget about all the lies
A billion eyes looking up towards the sky
Preordained this must take place
It's the only way for grace to find
Its way through the stench
Nostalgic brains all clouded
Full of angst full of malice
Forces unseen fulfilling all these prophecies
The lamp of the body is in the eye
Outer beauty just a lie
Get ready
Get ready for a ride
I feel a little lost
I close my eyes forget about all the lies
A billion eyes looking up towards the sky
Preordained this must take place
It's the only way for grace to find
Its way through the stench