In the centipedes

[Verse]
In warmth, forlorn, where crimson centipedes crawl
Enwrapped in heat, where heat doth thee enthrall
In tepid blood, where tepid blood doth boil
The centipede, in scarlet coils, doth toil

Dance of the centipede!

[Bridge]
Encased in slime
the snail in secret glides
A thousand bugs upon thy weary hides

They cling, they feast
in hordes they do convene

[Pre-Chorus]
A living cloak,
a pestilential sheen
(A living cloak)

[Chorus]
Thou feed'st on mushrooms, deadly in their hue,
With every bite, their poison courses through,
Yet in this warmth, thou art both cursed and fed,
Alive, though death’s own whispers fill thy head.

[Bridge]
La la, la la la la
la la la la na na na
La la, la la la la
la la la la na na na
fetch the centipede!