Wormsong

ive returned to wormland spinning cadavercircles around the night astroautopsies breathing orb and earth eating the word of a starthiefs birth ive returned to that deadend with a fistful of throats from the downside astroautopsies breathing orb and earth eating the word of a starthiefs birth and we go for the poisonshow let scythemilk and quicksilver flow scissorsword and twinkleblade down the tongue ive cut my throat for the wormsong the grindcrews back again warpin the where and when and we go for the poisonshow let scythemilk and quicksilver flow scissorsword and twinkleblade down the tongue ive cut my throat for the wormsong