[Intro] [[Distant church bell, wind, ominous low humming that stops abruptly]] The bread was fine last winter. It was fine. [Verse 1] Rye came in wet this season, kernels black at the tip, Miller ground it anyway, said don't waste a bit! Baked it Sunday morning, ate it warm with the stew, Didn't think about the purple dust the way the swallows flew. By evening my hands were tingling, said it's just the cold, By midnight I was laughing at a joke nobody told. [Hook] Something's crawling under my skin that ain't supposed to crawl, I can feel my blood forgetting how to move at all. [Verse 2] Woke up seeing colors that don't have a name yet, Neighbor's cow had six heads and I wasn't scared, just wet With sweat that smelled like copper, and my jaw was clamped so tight I bit clean through my tongue and swallowed it that night. Told the priest I saw an angel made of writhing black grain, He backed out of the room and said my soul's beyond the save. [Verse 3] Fingers going numb now, arms are going cold, now my legs going purple, and the purple's crunchy old — Skin splitting at the joints like fruit rottin' in the sun, I watched my own cock blacken and couldn't feel it come. The gangrene doesn't hurt the way you'd think it should, It just goes quiet, dead weight, wood! -(where my dick once stood!!) [Verse 4] They tied me to the bedframe then I started throwin' fits, Spine arched off the mattress, spit foamin' where I sit. I can see the rye field breathin' through the bedroom wall, Every stalk a finger and every finger's tryin'a call. I'm not scared, I'm not — I'm somewhere warm and safe, Hangin' from the ceiling, in this Ergot riddled place. [[Ominous, evil Laughter]] [Outro] [[Convulsive breathing, slowing, then a single dry cough]] Tell the miller... the wet grain... tell him it was fine...Ha-ha-ha-hah [[coughing then silence silence, single church bell tolls, ominous]]
