The crawling heart reeks

Like fungus from the soul

The prowling worm seeks

Its grace and its grief



Heart is sworn

And the worm, it licks

Tongue like thorns

And the spit burns holes



Heartworm

Heartworm



The fever aches

Grows with the tainted self

The sweat flows

And paints the inner hell



Heart is sworn

And the worm, it licks

Tongue like thorns

Heart is sworn

And the worm, it licks

Tongue like thorns

The spit burns holes



The fever aches

Grows with the tainted self

The sweat flows

And paints the inner hell



Heart is sworn

And the worm, it licks

Tongue like thorns

Heart is sworn

And the worm, it licks

Tongue like thorns

The spit burns holes