Where the Worm Never Dies
where the worm never dies and the fire's never quenched...foolish sinner souls stay
drowning and drenched in streams of blood,sulfer and sweat...there is no escape from eternitys snares,traps,and webs
like rats and roaches and mice and men in a volcanic river of rage
1000 times a day the ruthless and truthless get severed and slain
where the worm never dies and the fire's never quenched
earthly kings and queens turned into eternal slaves...once riding on the fence now they're screaming in the flames
their senses are invaded by the horrible stench...the misery and madness it just makes no sense
rich rulers and high henchmen stripped bare to the bone...they can't buy their way out because hell is their home
left in pitch blackness to think about their sins and mistakes
where the worm never dies and their fire's never quenched
maniacle millionaires sitting in electric chairs...savage succers stop and stare
they best beware and repent...put down that whiskey bottle,crack pipe,and mad monkey wrench
where the worm never dies and the fire's never quenched
the tide it keeps on turning and the nightmare is never ending
that worm of forever keeps bending and burning
mistaken and misguided they all swim in the fire...their memories get mangled as they long to retire
no hope for tomorrow and no fear of consequence
where the worm never dies and the fire's never quenched
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