Wormsong

i've returned to wormland

spinning cadavercircles around the night

astroautopsies breathing orb and earth

eating the word of a starthief's birthi've returned to that deadend

with a fistful of throats from the downside

astroautopsies breathing orb and earth

eating the word of a starthief's birthand we go for the poisonshow

let scythemilk and quicksilver flow

scissorsword and twinkleblade down the tongue

i've cut my throat for the wormsongthe grindcrew's back again

warpin' the where and when