Black thoughtsRed SpotsGolden Graves breed cryptic wavesMiserys voives are flooding the ears
Black screen goodbyeAiming too highAnd you dont see the ugly worm
Pushed too farOff the borderNow the whole weightIs hanging on one handBlush of shame is gaining fameGrowing and running and glowing and stopping at the peak
Black screen goodbyeAiming too highAnd you dont see that youre the worm
We exhale at the end of the dayAnd insanity sings us to sleep
I dont know why the screen went blackBlack screen goodbyeCause youre the worm, I aimed too high