I'll go it alone to the slug and the mold
I'm hearing the moans, that slime caked and cold
In dark caves it drones from black hollow catacombs
Dreading what can come
Infinite distraction
Limited satisfaction
I can not escape from the slug and the mold
I'm projecting the moans, that slime caked and cold
In dark caves I can drone, from black empty catacombs
Dreading what can come
These are things that never polish proper
Rotting things are growing and now living in us
Gradual they creep up underneath the world we know
And grab you, slap, and crush your pills up
These are things that never polish proper
Rotting things are growing and now living in us
Slug, he growls and swallows up the planet
Slime appendage grabbing, pulling, crushing
Linoleum crusty
Ceramic growing blacker
Caught in the Motion of the slug and the mold