Worm

 I am a worm, a fishing worm,
 Born in the mud, condemned to squirm.
 They thread me through a sharpened blade,
 My flesh the price, my death prepaid.

I didn’t ask to be delicious
 But fate’s a chef—sadistic, vicious
 Life dangles on a line this time —
 They punish me… What is my crime?


 The fish ascends with open jaw,
 It does not think, it does not awe.
 But am I wiser, hooked and torn,
 For asking why was ever born?

 Do I exist to serve their boss?
 Or is the hook my holy cross?
 The lake reflects, the earth goes round,
 And life goes on… while I get drowned.


 Oh void, I’m coming at the dawn
 Where dreams are drowned and hopes are gone
 I cry but no one sees my tears
I scream so loud.. No one hears.


 Am I the bait? Am I the curse?
 Is death my fate? Is life much worse?
 Is life just hunger, teeth, and lies?
 The bitter truth in fish disguise?


They say I’m low, beneath the dirt
 But I’ve seen gods in camo shirts
 They sip their beer and call me “chance”
 While I perform my wiggling dance

 I’ve read the scriptures underground,
 But only roots that hurt I found.
When Nietzsche whispered: “God is dead,”
 I said, “He’s fishing here instead.”

[Pre-Chorus - guttural scream]
 Oh emptiness, I come to you
Where life will end, there’s something new
And after many, many years
The end will come to pain and fears.
 

 Am I the bait? Am I the curse?
 Is death my fate? Is life much worse?
 Is life just hunger, teeth, and lies?
 The bitter truth in fish disguise?

 
 WORM!
 Was dragged through mud, no voice, no name.
 WORM!
 Existence is a fishing game.
 WORM!
You only live once, there’s no save
 WORM!
 The hook has always been my grave.

 I am a worm.
 A fishing worm….

Song: https://youtu.be/rgdZMmu14TI