Psyclon Nine
Crown of the Worm
A Devil speaks through his new flesh (an icon)
The dead soul that's standing before you
They wear my eyes and they tell me what to see
They wear my mouth and they tell me just what to say
Let it be born to wear the crown of the worm
What it is, what it fucking shall be
They wear my face and they all scream ha ha heil
They'll put their faith in a new god