Tapeworm - 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 hypnotise 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