as the first piece written for this project it still holds a special spot in my black little heart. This tune speaks about the secret rituals and taboos that form the adhesive to culture as well as setting the 'Wyrm' mandate and tone for this project
lyrics
& still you feel it-phantom pain of severed synapses-fire. drip genetic relevance. closer. the butcher's blade is spinning, carving scrimshaw in-lay in our heads.
Now is not time to undo what was done
then was when to end Now's invention
youth is the age to fight this invention
now lies the path of Wyrm's intention
Shiva dances through us. (she) wears our skin to her end. pain is memory of us before all our sin began. sanguine moon- tribal scarring, pounding nails to get you in the mood.
cartilage seeps and bones protrude- wolves in ties they lick the wounds. obese, obscene splice rot to marrow. with your credit seized, raised rent, late fees.
they can't tell you to fight, fuck, feed, breed. internet eye, phone log,sit, beg, good dog!
bite the hand that will feed us (x2)
Now is not time to undo what was done
then was when to end Now's invention
youth is the age to fight this corruption
now lies the path of Wyrm's intention
credits
from A Snifter of Dyrraengements,
track released January 1, 2004
written, performed, and recorded by A. H. Wyrm
mastered by Tom Gordon of Inspired Amateur Studios
all that is decayed, frayed, lost, feared, banned, and secretly lusted for open the door a crack, in the end its all left
for the wyrms
~ i crawl in, I crawl out~
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