Full Worm Garden

token left with judgement a memento left ajar
secret never wanted death defying little charms
How to defend pretend selective [bad word] 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

blood stain all the wiser desperation kicks the stool
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

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

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

Pass the meat from which I stink of
Passed out serving on the side
From the meat I'm suffocating
Cutting from the bone to hide

noose-knit put on sweater tie it up around the arm
Looks to grip along the trigger down the barrel of a gun
Assume today a game to play cardboard house in dissaray
Tremble little joker think dig it deep don't be afraid...