The worm devours death and makes a bed for life
The cycle of the soil never ending
When I hear the word revolve I test my knife
worm father and his soil wife
never mind the future, the rules we’re bending
the tragedy we make up as we go
never mind the message we’re sending
never mind it’s for ourselves we’re fending
after the dark hour after the snow
The soil abides forever
turns us over in a cycle so slow
back to the soil we all go
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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