I feel a little down I lie awake, empty thoughts I wonder why all of this misery exists I fail to see carnal works are the works of man And now my faith in humanity's all dead Live and let live is a dying cliche Cosmos diabolics unleashed And now it's time, Wormwood Live and let die the arrogant thoughts of the self absorbed For it is they Wormwood comes for Degenerate societies purified through disease They're blasphemy and complacency shattered Wormwood I feel a little lost I close my eyes forget about all the lies A billion eyes looking up towards the sky Preordained this must take place It's the only way for grace to find Its way through the stench Nostalgic brains all clouded Full of angst full of malice Forces unseen fulfilling all these prophecies The lamp of the body is in the eye Outer beauty just a lie Get ready Get ready for a ride I feel a little lost I close my eyes forget about all the lies A billion eyes looking up towards the sky Preordained this must take place It's the only way for grace to find Its way through the stench