Lyrics

I'll go it alone to the slug and the mold I'm hearing the moans, that slime caked and cold In dark caves it drones from black hollow catacombs Dreading what can come Infinite distraction Limited satisfaction I can not escape from the slug and the mold I'm projecting the moans, that slime caked and cold In dark caves I can drone, from black empty catacombs Dreading what can come, dreading what can come These are things that never polish proper Rotting things are growing and now living in us Gradual they creep up underneath the world we know And grab you, slap, and crush your pills up These are things that never polish proper Rotting things are growing and now living in us Slug, he growls and swallows up the planet Slime appendage grabbing, pulling, crushing Linoleum crusty Ceramic growing blacker Caught in the motion of the slug and the mold