Thought Industry - Worms Listen lyrics

rate me

Please, mom, tuck my football comforter in stove

warm. Gloss photo gasworks. I'll slip dreams boy

seven. Destroying surface mars. Camping T. Ben

Johnson. Cub scout tames autumn Michigan. We'll

lleep, troop eleven catching snipes. Flashlight.

Jane's kissing my blushing cheek. I'll learn. Only

ten years later cursed to see my lay dead. Dumbest

fatality. Auto crash. She could do anything except save

me.

Kindergarten leisure suit. Brother, stitches tin can

thrown cuts. I'll sleep lofty tree fort. Shot my pellet

gun. Dad, two sons fish turtle lake. Blue gills caught

below the damn line. We'll sleep. Small tent

campground. Watch the heat lightning.

Jane's wearing my class ring. I'll learn. Sixteen.

Driver's license. Car. She'll breath me dead. Dumbest

fatality. Turned too late. They could do anything except

calm her.

Now it's time to fly. Celebration. Triumphant.

Jubilation. Atheist.

M-66 faint sirens. I'm left eating my steering wheel.

I'll sleep. Worms will listen. Worms underground.

Whisper softly drowsiness. My turn. Tribute should

be drunk and pissed off, my friends. Dead. Dumbest

fatality. Burn the husk. If you do anything, think fondly

of me.