They twist and turn as they burn Wash their hands in the ashes of you To keep my path free from sin Feed the mighty worm within As the worms fail so shall your paradise I'll send them down the angels of agony When your hands are too sore To save you from everything you care for It's like a seed inside that never blossoms The smell of success A sulfur caress Rusty nails cut through my pores Washed out ideals like slippery thieves A snake crawls up to strike you down As the worms fail so shall your paradise I'll send them down the angels of agony When your hands are too sore To save you from everything you care for It's like a seed inside that never blossoms