The Worm - Mouth Of The Architect

A deformed mind’s illusion, mouldering his senses, depraves his thoughts

A deformed mind’s illusion, controlling his senses, controlling his thoughts

I know what you fear

That fear is sanity

The black worm crawls up his cortex

Thoughts no longer sufficient, the parasite must feed

The black worm crawls up his cortex

Controlling his thoughts, controlling his deeds

The worm feeds on thoughts, feeds on lust, feeds on will, feeds on life

A deformed mind’s corrosion, trapped and bound to a prison of flesh

A deformed mind’s pollution, a wraith of insanity, a decomposing mesh