Peter Hammill - Tapeworm Lyrics
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Tapeworm
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What Are The Lyrics For Tapeworm By Peter Hammill?
When I was a child they made me read
Word-daggers of quiver and squirm Now in the stumbling dark I see I am A worm silently fruiting your garden My sister my child night casts ominous Meanings on the purity of my soul I feel devilish leanings I'm beginning To lose control and the vortex sucks Me in steeped in sin I die but am Reborn I want to see the cosmos slip planets And moons collide feel gravity lose Its grip it's all inside all the dead Husks are shattered my life-blood my World ripped apart in the laughter of Space it's all chaff blown out and lost Now I am making the pace although I Don't know what tape I'll cross maybe Catastrophe when I cross the line I Know that I will find myself or maybe You I am a man from the country of destruction I am a man a woman and a god I am my own weapon of kamikaze And will one day cut through the Hidden knot Feed me honey and watch me rise to the Bait lying on the knife if you let me I Can hypnotize your life it's all really So simple my lover my twin hand in hand Sprinting down the highway running over The edge on and on into our doomsday There is no saving ledge nor outgrown Shrub is this the way out in a blaze of Glory some day I'll find the answer Some day I'll end the story |
Who Wrote Tapeworm By Peter Hammill?
Peter Hammill
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What's The Duration Of The Tapeworm By Peter Hammill?The duration of Tapeworm is 4:21 minutes and seconds. |
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