Worm II: The God-Worm

I was born on the back of an envelope
But I can't read or write about
The things that i will leave on the ground behind me
Hopefully it's something worms can eat

I don't think we were designed to concentrate on concepts like how
God made the tide, and how the hell he sleeps at night
We'll burn beneath the sun
But his friends will come and tell you that you're wrong

Spend your whole life searching for your soul before it floats away
And when you pin it down you'll be reminded that people change
And they'll write on your grave
Here lies a corpse with the self knowledge of a grape

When I rot, I hope that I rot next to you
I want to worms that eat me to be the worms that eat you too

We're all gonna die
It's the only thing in our lives
We can be trusted to do
Reliably



Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Fletcher
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