Greater Darkness (Something Worse)

A leafless tree

Stands in a black

And grassless field

And from its branches hang all you

Disembodied

The mouth over

Run with gore, and the

Faintly luminous seeds sway in the breeze

You can't question, you can't question

Your maker, your maker

You can't petition, you can't petition

Your accuser, your accuser

The nightmare leaves its mark

Upon you to prove that it is real

The nightmare leaves its mark

Upon you to prove that it is real

This hell will continue

Until it becomes

Something worse, something worse

Something worsе, something worse

Something worsе, something worse

Something worse, something worse

Something worse, something worse

Something worse, something worse

Something worse, something worse

Something worse, something worse

Something worse, something worse

Something worse, something worse

Something worse, something worse

Something worse, something worse

Something worse, something worse

Something worse, something worse

Something worse, something worse

Something worse, something worse