The Worms That Weave the Mind (Remix)

When shadows creep where reason once did dwell, And flesh doth yield to what no eye may see, These writhing lords our very will compel, To bend, to serve, to walk where they decree. No thought is thine, no purpose thine to tell, For in the blood their dark dominion be; They spin the thought, they rule the hidden cell, And make of man a thing they use and quell. They feed on wit, they feed on souls’ own fire, With subtle chains no iron link may show; We dream our dreams, but they the dreams inspire, We speak our words, but they the meaning know. A silent reign, a hungry, dark desire, That eats the self and leaves the form below [ solo guitars wawa ] Worms of the mind, wise, cruel, and entire, And we but clay that their cold hands do throw.