All the worms that live in my floors have crawled
Through the pores in my feet, up my knees, up my walls
They slide all around me, leaving slime on my bones
And the bite into my knees, till they're nothing but foam
I lay down as I'm dying, as they climb up spine
Washing down bites with my blood and bone rind
Now my body is barely in my control
Through my spine the worms have carved out a hole
I'll look just the same till I breathe my last breath
And the worms burrow out through the holes in my head
They'll pour forth from corpse as I'm laying there dead
Only pausing just long enough to lay their eggs
Until they go forth for the next host they'll eat to death
Or to leave as a shell, mute, blind, and deaf
So beware as you're walking, or just standing in wait
Cover well or as well you will meet my fate
