Worm In The Silk - Masters Of Reality

Gerard Gerard transparent skin

Lit blue eyes kiss on the chin

You wrapped up oracle

You feverish germ

You scratch of the wool

The incubus squirm

La

La

Not kind were my thoughts

For the ghost on the bus

The faithful 2:40

That tranported us

The houses of women

Left to weep in their wombs

To our dry sanctuaries

To our suicide rooms

Look homeward angel

Spit on your curse

Can only get better

Because nothing is worse

This is Robert Johnson from outer space

This is Mother Teresa

With the world on her face

This is the cookie that crumbles

This is everything gone

This is Martin Luther

This is Phil and Don

This is ground below zero

This is safety and harm

This is low and heroes

This is sex on your arm

This is blood on a banner

This is fall and ascension

This is American idol

This is the eleventh dimension

This is the stele of revealing

This is the talk of John Paul

Too crazy to mention

This is nothing at all