Heartworm - Psyclon Nine

He was abandoned to the father

Left on the alter of the gutters

Stripped and left without the matriarch

Left alone to attend

Their fucking death march

Keep digging with the needle

'til the flesh is left cold

Blacken his eyes so he can be controlled

He was the gun

Serrated grin and the lover

Now bow your head and

Pray unto his cancer motherfucker

No hate, no love, no chance at life

The heart will worm it’s way inside

He was the last to be forsaken

The misery

The first amongst the fallen

Judgment

He peers into thee (within thine eyes)

Through blackness, through fear,

Through hate and debris

The god of silver tongue and heathen

Sits upon the throne of contamination

He was the gun

Serrated grin and the lover

Now bow your head and

Pray unto his cancer motherfucker

Keep digging with the needle

'til the flesh is left cold

Blacken his eyes out so he can be controlled

He was the gun

Serrated grin and the lover

Now bow your head and

Pray unto his cancer motherfucker

No hate, no love, no chance at life

The heart will worm it’s way inside