You, you’re everything you said,

You’re everything they held,

Dear, you’re nothing I thought,

To sacrifice.

There with the worms,

A corpus Christ held up so high,

The higher you are the harder you’ll fall,

We, the worms within the sin,

Where do you turn for given?

Serpent’s breath,

Nothing left.

Where would you turn?

You, with nothing left,

But, at peace?

We.

We are your worms.

We.

We are your worms.

We.

We are your worms.

Just you left now,

And we,

We the worms.