| The crawling heart reeks | |
| Like fungus from the soul | |
| The prowling worm seeks | |
| Its grace and its grief | |
| Heart is sworn | |
| And the worm, it licks | |
| Tongue like thorns | |
| And the spit burns holes | |
| Heartworm | |
| Heartworm | |
| The fever aches | |
| Grows with the tainted self | |
| The sweat flows | |
| And paints the inner hell | |
| Heart is sworn | |
| And the worm, it licks | |
| Tongue like thorns | |
| Heart is sworn | |
| And the worm, it licks | |
| Tongue like thorns | |
| The spit burns holes | |
| The fever aches | |
| Grows with the tainted self | |
| The sweat flows | |
| And paints the inner hell | |
| Heart is sworn | |
| And the worm, it licks | |
| Tongue like thorns | |
| Heart is sworn | |
| And the worm, it licks | |
| Tongue like thorns | |
| The spit burns holes |