| I can’t stop these fetid compulsions, they’re coming each night
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| By the moon I am transformed
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| Unspeakable horrors I’ve witnessed with these lowly eyes
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| The hyde I turn into will surely prove a surprise
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| I am the wriggling
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| Horror inching through your cold insides
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| Nesting in your death
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| And I brought friends we’ll multiply in time
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| Pearlescent maggots
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| Dwelling within dead flesh
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| The Wereworm’s feast is gluttonous
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| But working slaves to the rot unto to the perished we’re chained
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| Our daily lives are the pits but our nights are deranged
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| It’s insane
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| To have drilled through countless brains
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| And attempt just to maintain
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| As we stare the living squarely in the face
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| I am the wriggling
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| Horror inching through your cold insides
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| Nesting in your death
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| And I brought friends we’ll multiply in time
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| Pearlescent maggots
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| Dwelling within dead flesh
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| With carrion I am obsessed
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| The Wereworms feast is
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| Deceased and so gluttonous
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| By putrefaction I’m possessed
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| Possessed
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| We creep
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| And we crawl
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| Through you
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| And I awaken each morning disheveled in bed
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| Returned from whence I came but a dirt covered mess
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| It’s insane
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| To have drilled through countless brains
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| And attempt to just maintain
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| As we look our children squarely in the face
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| I am the wriggling
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| Horror inching through your cold insides
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| Nesting in your death
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| And I brought friends we’ll multiply in time
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| Pearlescent maggots
|
| Dwelling within dead flesh
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| With carrion I am obsessed
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| The Wereworms feast is
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| Deceased and so gluttonous
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| By putrefaction I’m possessed
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| We creep
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| And we crawl |