A token left with judgement a memento left ajar
A secret never wanted death defying little charms
How to defend pretend selective piss-away so long neglected
pretty-frozen underground from above the odor leering

Pass the meat from which I stink of
All those tethered whether-wise

Hypocrites, backstabers... how could you forget everything, and say the things you say? Today I sat in a room full of people and heard them speak absurdities and foolishness about someone else, behind their back, which they would never say to their face. I listened, and I was the only one who defended with unturning loyalty, while I spoke through clenched teeth and with fists so tight my nails bit into my palms. I don't know your true reasons, nor do I care. I hear what I hear, and I will remember. As I always do. I never forget.

A blood stain all the wiser desperation kicks the stool
A little bruise to lose demure a staple cut and dry
In the sink dissection decimation is the rule
In determining direction acting agent act the fool

Pass the meat from which I stink of
Putrid helping kept inside

Yet I am a shitless coward, for though I defended, I could not speak the words I truely wanted to, to call them out on their hypocracy, their mindless rebelion. In my mind, I saw a silver flash, and a hot red spray, and how I felt the Beast stir within its chains and its mouth grow wet for the taist of my anger. But I am a coward. No anger would rise within me but the wordless, burning misery which I knew meant I would suffer silently, and simply harden my heart against these people. And yet I will smile towards them, when I see them next, and be civil, while within me It pulls at its chains with what little strength it has, and while the coward in me hides from this monster, saving you all from it.

A prick upon the finger looking back like hacking through
To develop in the mixture of a portion of a view
The distant elevation of a faded wicked high
Divination ask a question of a spirit for a thing you used to hide

I am a coward. A shitless, heartless, coward. Soon comes the time when I have to take back up the sword, and be strong again. But now I snivel in the darkness. And god I hate myself for it. I've become such a coward in the last few years. I'm too afraid to stand up for myself, for what is right. I hide from everything now. Even in games I dont take risks. My lack of skill comes up to haunt me every time, and inevitably I cause someone else harm. But I have to stand up. I have to be brave again. No More Fear.

Tincture Warning Second cousin to the new invention
Addictive so charming second only to a forced unfusion
Tincture of lead be said with no remorse full of confusion
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness lay me out full worm garden



Lyrics::KMFDM - Full Worm Garden