Decay

Lying here on the dock Twelve o'clock, witching hour I cast a spell Ne'er do well I slice a tear in time Standing up, I spin around Make a sound, a sound, a sound Eat the worms Decay is creation Decay is creation Soaking in this limbo between day and night I hex the ones on top And I hex the cogs below And I hex the scum on top And I hex the slime oozing out from their TV set TV set, TV