Grade – Sixth Chamber lyrics

every word she said
lured me into surrounding
my fingers around her throat
now I roll along
with her severed head
her design is fit only
for a creature as foul as
every word she said
was like feeding
paint chips to an infant
her coil was comforting
with black blood and a frozen touch
hopefully the hordes of worms
will take the rest of her away
as I roll along
with her severed head