He lives inside my mouth
And tells me what to say
When he turns the trains on
He makes it go away
The hands are cracked and dirty
And the nails are beetle wings
When he turns the trains on
He unties all of the strings
The worm:
“Tell me something beautiful
Tell me something free
Tell me something beautiful
And I wish that I could be”
(Then I got my wings 
and I never even knew it
When I was a worm, 
thought I couldn’t get through it)
Jack (not [bad word] [bad word] The toys all smell like children
And the scab-knees will obey
I’ll have to kneel on broomsticks
Just to make it go away
[The inauguration of the worm]
(Then I got my wings 
and I never even knew it
When I was a worm, 
thought I couldn’t get through it)
voice we have not yet heard:
“Because today is black
Because there is no turning back
Because your lies have watered me
I have [bad word] the strongest weed” × 2
Weed…
Through Jack’s eyes:
The taste of metal
Disintergrator
Three holes upon the leather belt
It’s cut and swollen
The age is showing
Boy:
“There’s no one here to save ourselves”
The Disintergrator: (to himself)
This is what you should fear
You are what you should fear × n