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“Worm Grew a Spine“ taken from the forthcoming album “Heavy Glory“ out October 25, 2024 Preorder limited vinyl: preorder album on bandcamp: Directed, filmed and edited by Jonas Bang Styling: Sebastian Machado Set assistance: Naiima Dol ----- Worm Grew a Spine (Lyrics) A closing of the doors, the ones we’re dying to get in The slip-in of the foot dividing west and east Berlin You won’t receive a compliment, no, you’ll take it on the chin Each hasty misstep is recorded in the swelling of the skin Spilled an omen on the tablecloth that won’t come off in wash You rinse, you clean, you bathe, yet not a thing will wet it off While you pose yourself the hard-knock, no we wouldn’t come off soft When opportunity comes knocking, no more feeding at the trough Unanimously voted in an autocratic seat It’s brewing in the kitchen, they’re preparing for a feast Fated for a banquet but the taste is bittersweet All the produce overcooked, the legumes they reek of meat Beneath there is a rumble, an unprecedented feel Something truly wounded, something way beyond relief Something that is thickened, in the vein the blood is clogged And the stock supply of thinner’s a scarce and empty afterthought Holier-than-thou she’s an empress Higher in title and in rank I saw in your eyes you were tempted Bladed and ready to shank Worm grew a spine just trying to get through the night Like a burglary on parole the blood runs warm, but it feels so cold Bedded with an agent, a detractor in the field Running out of layers, one by one they’ve all been peeled Stated from the courthouse, they won’t sanction your appeal Accounted you a detriment when you thought that they would yield There are rats and there are liars, fabricators and the frauds Huddled in the playhouse, rubbing shoulders with them all Someone 'comes the scapegoat, take it with a grain of salt Trampling wayward forward, it's an act, a word of God Holier-than-thou she’s an empress Higher in title and in rank I saw in your eyes you were tempted Bladed and ready to shank Worm grew a spine, just trying to get through the night Like a burglary on parole the blood runs warm, but it feels so cold ----- Written by Elias Bender Rønnenfelt Elias Rønnenfelt: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Piano, Synth, Keys, Autoharp Nis Bysted: Drum Programming Produced by Nis Bysted & Elias Rønnenfelt Mixed by Nis Bysted & Elias Rønnenfelt Mastered by Emil Thomsen
