The worm that turned
Just a docile worm, meant no harm, no harm was done
Just a docile worm, still whole, means no harm no harm was done
Even a docile worm can break and turn when pushed too far
I lived back then and live right now
Happy when I forget the hurtings
And supress the memories
Alive just to feel how I die
To feel the sickness twisting and wringling
To feel the cut, split in two but still alive

Valenzula
Making the pact with the devil
For my faith has cast me out
Trust betrayed
Fall weakness to it
Dwelve in it
I summon thee
Miss you more than I can take
And I will surely break
Every morning that I wake
God, there is this ache