KMFDM - Full Worm Garden lyrics
[KMFDM - Full Worm Garden lyrics]
A token left with judgment
A memento left ajar a secret never wanted
Death-defying little charms
How to defend, pretend, selective
Piss-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
A blood stain, all the wiser
Desperation kicks the stool
A 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 infusion
Tincture of lead, be said, with no remorse
Full of confusion
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness
Lay me out, full worm garden
A prick upon the finger
Looking back like looking 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
Tincture, warning
Second cousin to the new invention
Addictive, so charming
Second only to a forced infusion
Tincture of lead, be said, with no remorse
Full of confusion
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness
Lay me out, full worm garden
A 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 disarray
Tremble little joker, think, dig it deep
Don't be afraid
A memento left ajar a secret never wanted
Death-defying little charms
How to defend, pretend, selective
Piss-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
A blood stain, all the wiser
Desperation kicks the stool
A 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 infusion
Tincture of lead, be said, with no remorse
Full of confusion
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness
Lay me out, full worm garden
A prick upon the finger
Looking back like looking 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
Tincture, warning
Second cousin to the new invention
Addictive, so charming
Second only to a forced infusion
Tincture of lead, be said, with no remorse
Full of confusion
Wish to enjoy this weightlessness
Lay me out, full worm garden
A 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 disarray
Tremble little joker, think, dig it deep
Don't be afraid