The Worm Helix Lyrics

Send me a medical team, I'm coasting dead in a ravine
Skin shredded, fed a deadly dosage of amphetamines
Going up-stream, my ghost checking above the scene
Bubble floating by my head from where I chose to let a scream
Go, my flesh is red and smoking, roasting, from the beams
Sun's throwing openly over my chest as I dream
Ultraviolet shine on my eyelids, is stretching, I seem
To be alive, blink in time to see a pilot, headed east
In the sky, flying high, next to nude Angels weeping
I think it's a sign, but my mind refuses to believe it
I see priests lining the sides of the shores grieving
Beside demons who keep, leaning on horned winged creatures
Who breathe steam and extend a single wing - thirty meters
I see them, drag curvy daggers in the dirt, and speak in evil
Wording, and from Earth, would spring a burning, cursed
Seething helix of worms and serpents, turning and squirming
Bursting from the surface, and curling as if birthed
From a whirling dervish, twirling, encircling the turf
The sheer girth of this herculean curse was spurning
And working it's murderous hurt, on the servants whose nervous
Verses - summoned it up, as they were running and huddling
Their ugly gluttonous brother, suckled and bludgeoned them
And fed on their f*cking stomachs, as they bled in the mud
Covered in hundreds of sudsy blood puddles, dug in, struggling
Like slugs suffering, or bugs stuck in gum, they muttered
And grumbled, uttering muddles, from cut tongues that hung, sputtering
Suddenly shuddered by a ton of grubs, above them hovering
Which plunged down upon crowns, the sound of puckering
Resounded, bouncing from the ground to the mountains, through towns
It echoed, through deserts and forests and meadows around us
Countless were left headless, their necks bent, stretching, settled
Twitching in beds of their intestines, and dented metal
I watched in horror as the writhing force cornered
Each priest, horseman, demon, and warrior swordsman
And began to immediately sweep, over the corpses
Greedily eating scores of their sore, beaten torsos
Feeding, I observed the keen serpent-worm speeding
Over the beach, seemingly screeching, my ears bleeding
Why would these people bring forth such a horrible being
Which then would proceed to destroy their hoard completely? I saw reinforcements pour to the beast, swords gleaming
Swinging repeatedly, screaming in torment, as it defeated
Them easily, the fiendish ritual performed by the morbid
Had transformed by metamorphosis, into a war for this
Land, they tried to torch the mammoth with scorching
Flammable orbs advancing towards it from enchanted sorcerous
Hands, but they glanced off the animal, whose mandible cracked
Lashing an enormous, coarse, forked tongue through the backs
Of it's attackers, slapping the organs out of them, laughing
And cackling, as the black witchcraft they practiced had no actual
Effect on their master, the magical casters defected back
To their castles, leaving the ones left to patch up the disaster
It was but a few minutes, until the spinning devil had finished
Dispatching the final frightened packs of men, and then it
Casually turned to me, grinning, as if to brag of it's winning
And to turn my attention to the fact that I was the last one living
The colossal monster, then stomped off, in the distance
The mixed crossed fossils of its dark apostles sticking
In the sludge as a testament to its gothic existence
As soft whispers mentioned, that I witnessed, God in my vision
When I awoke from my gruesome slumber, I was in a sewage tunnel
With a twenty-two inch rubber hose, coming from a fluid funnel
Pumping some unusual neon, and bluish jelly substance
Into my gut through my ruptured and punctured belly button
I could tell I was on a slab in a make-shift lab, unattended
The glass was shattered, it had trash and savage instruments
Splattered with plasma and packages scattered, as if it was hit
By a tornado or ravaged and attacked by a pack of henchmen
I searched through the rubble for some other clues I could uncover
Like, who could've put this tube in me and why did my f*cking muscles double
In size - but nothing turned up, but instructions written in Russian
I began to wonder what I had become... and was I in trouble?
I gasped from a stench passing from a vent shaft, so I cracked it
Looked in it, and saw massive casualties of men stashed in it
Then it hit me, I had just seen those faces from the place in my dream
That's when I had a vivid flash back, of killing the whole team

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