I am a mother giving birth
To a dead child on the fields of Hiroshima
I am a father sending his sons
To face death on an electric chair
I am a doctor prolonging life
For a terminally ill with cancer I am a cancer itself
Feeding on the lives of numerous innocent
Stabbing all the restless and most fragile
I am the bastard injecting gasoline
To veins of every 17-year old girl
I am not giving excuses
I just let you feel the flow
Fueled with cold fire and dressed in red
Looking for something that is never there
It was not my choice, I am but a machine
Programmed to dissect and disembowel
Those strange eyes keep staring at me
I lay frozen in this bed, the stench of dead
Follows me no longer, I am numb
Ever-anxious mind keeps me deranged
Chemical poisoning, arteries turn to sewers
Libs tremble as inevitable agony progresses
On the path to perfect act of blood I crave the dead
Recycled and sterilized flesh for cemeteries to swallow
supported by 10 fans who also own “Inception to Genocide”
Wormed belong to the very best Europe has to offer when it comes to blasting technical and guttural brutal death metal and this one is absolutely essential to get an idea why that’s the case. A masterpiece… minusoneman2