My Dear Wormwood – Echolyn – letras

My Dear Wormwood I’m pleased with your progressI hear your patient is feeling doubt and is slippingHe’s falling from grace at a nice even paceMy Dear Wormwood I’m delighted to hearYour patient’s made some new friendsWe’ve checked them they’re all clearThey’re worldly, intelligent, and cynically secureMy Dear Nephew don’t hurry your patientYou may awaken him to his real positionLet him think that his actions don’t matter at allThe infernal police have informed meyou’re patient’s leaning towards the other sideYou’ve got to bring us back some food Wormwoodor become food yourselfI’ve enclosed a booklet for incentiveOn the new « House of Corrections for Incompetent Tempters »You’ll find every page to be far from dullAnd in a moment you’ve let a soul slip through your fingersI can hear the howl of sharpened famineFor it’s loss echoes on and on through the kingdom of noiseThere was a clearing of his eyesand he knew what you had in himWe now have nothing! Oh the degradation of it!My Dear Wormwood My Dear Dear WormwoodI think the high command will give me a piece of youI feel anxious to see you, I long to embrace youPoppet fool, hunger droolRavenous for swine infernalForever damned serve your sentenceIn eternal hell!