The tinest little worms crawl along the ground
Their bodies slimy and slick
Their bodies thin and wrinkled
Glowing a radioactive green
Leaving a trail of goo behind
Their bodies huddled togther
Turningthemintoaglowingmass
They bunchup and r e l e a s e their bodies to slither along the ground
They release sharo cries for our every breath
A shrill squeak that lakes out ear...
