Little Worm
A slow, whimsical children’s song built around a solitary male vocal, delivered softly and smoothly in a high register, Glockenspiel bells play sparse, tinkling patterns, doubling the melody in verses and adding playful arpeggios in the chorus, Echoed vocal harmonies occasionally drift in, heightening the cheerful, slightly eerie texture
V5
I know … you’re near me… little worm. I can hear … your wriggling … from here. Your tricks … are nothing… your plans … pathetic! I’ve come … to take… all things you hold dear. Here comes … the boot … to crush … your guts. Your fate … is taking … form! No point… in running.. no point… in hiding... You wriggling … little... worm. [glockenspiel solo] I hear… you trembling… little worm... Your fear… it smells… so sweet. I’ll miss… your screams… I’ll miss… your begging! But this… will be… the last… we meet. Your wealth… your family… your name… your home… They’re next… beneath … the boot... And then… you’ll be … another stain... That soon… will be… forgot.
