Wyrmlands
The Worm is here!
This is Wyrmlands
Population: you
Worm Country
This time
I know things are 'gonna get bad
Grab the women, make them make fast
To the tunnels with the children and the rats
This time
I know things are 'gonna be worse
Than the last time when they caught us
At St. Pancras, with our pants down, acting 'sus
Remy talked just like the others
And Tommy was the undercover
Some men are strong, some men are weak
The more they look, the less they see:
Livestock hanging from the cranes
Dancing dogs that talk like men
Talking of their higher needs
A woman's touch, a vulture's beak
I am god, a child
Cut by his own hands
With a scythe of rib
From the great Worm of our lands
This is Wyrmlands!
The ground just fell beneath my feet
And there I was, amongst the worms
I watched them as they fucked each other
In the mud
And it felt just like looking in the mirror
For the first time in my life
I knew what I was and I cried
Why am I pink?! Why am I blind?!
Why do I writhe inside this body?!
Oh!
But if my childhood me
Would bear a grudge
For the man I grew up to be
Kill him - he knows too much
This is Wyrmlands motherfucker!
And we don't do that shit round here
Not back in Wyrmlands -
Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs
An Aa'll tell ye's aall an aaful story
Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs
An' Aa'll tell ye 'boot the Worm
This is Wyrmlands
Population: you
Worm Country
This time
I know things are 'gonna get bad
Grab the women, make them make fast
To the tunnels with the children and the rats
This time
I know things are 'gonna be worse
Than the last time when they caught us
At St. Pancras, with our pants down, acting 'sus
Remy talked just like the others
And Tommy was the undercover
Some men are strong, some men are weak
The more they look, the less they see:
Livestock hanging from the cranes
Dancing dogs that talk like men
Talking of their higher needs
A woman's touch, a vulture's beak
I am god, a child
Cut by his own hands
With a scythe of rib
From the great Worm of our lands
This is Wyrmlands!
The ground just fell beneath my feet
And there I was, amongst the worms
I watched them as they fucked each other
In the mud
And it felt just like looking in the mirror
For the first time in my life
I knew what I was and I cried
Why am I pink?! Why am I blind?!
Why do I writhe inside this body?!
Oh!
But if my childhood me
Would bear a grudge
For the man I grew up to be
Kill him - he knows too much
This is Wyrmlands motherfucker!
And we don't do that shit round here
Not back in Wyrmlands -
Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs
An Aa'll tell ye's aall an aaful story
Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs
An' Aa'll tell ye 'boot the Worm
Credits
Writer(s): Seth Nigel Thomas Evans, Duc Peterman, Henry Anton Chisholm, Achilleas Sarantaris, Abigail Mary Eliza Kemp Morris, James Alexander Donovan
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