Worm Grew a Spine

A closing of the doors, the ones we're dying to get in

The slip-in of the foot dividing West and East Berlin

You won't receive a compliment, no, you'll take it on the chin

Each hasty misstep is recorded in the swelling of the skin

Spilled an omen on the tablecloth that won't come off in wash

You rinse, you clean, you bathe, yet not a thing will wet it off

While you pose yourself the hard knock, no we wouldn't come off soft

When opportunity comes knocking, no more feeding at the trough

Unanimously voted in an autocratic seat

It's brewing in the kitchen, they're preparing for a feast

Fated for a banquet, but the taste is bittersweet

Yeah, all the produce overcooked, the legumes, they reek of meat

Beneath, there is a rumble, an unprecedented feel

Something truly wounded, something way beyond relief

Something that is thickened, in the vein, the blood is clogged

And the stock supply of thinner's a scarce and empty afterthought

Holier-than-thou, she's an empress

Higher in title and in rank

I saw in your eyes, you were tempted

Bladed and ready to shank

Worm grew a spine

Just trying to get through the night

Like a burglary on parole

The blood runs warm, but it, but it feels so cold

Bedded with an agent, a detractor in the field

Running out of layers, one by one, they've all been peeled

Stated from the courthouse, they won't sanction your appeal

Accounted you a detriment when you thought that they would yield

There are rats and there are liars, fabricators and the frauds

Huddled in the playhouse, rubbing shoulders with them all

Someone 'comes the scapegoat, take it with a grain of salt, yeah

Trampling, wayward, forward, it's an act, a word of God, yeah

Holier-than-thou, she's an empress

Higher in title and in rank

I saw in your eyes, you were tempted

Bladed and ready to shank

Worm grew a spine

Just trying to get through the night

Like a burglary on parole

The blood runs warm, but it, but it feels so cold