Lyrics by Lord Worm    Pardon, please, the narrow  Confinement of your limbs;  Unfortunately, it's necessary  For your correction;  Shriek to your heart's  Content, if you wish,  I promise you pain and  Nightmares, in that sequence.    Permit me to introduce you to "Tuesday";  I favor her, this pretty blade  So tall and fine;  Hatred and violence are not  Our ways, but firm we are;  Squirming is useless, so is this  Colon, cry for me.    Svelte is implement,  Its gentle caress lets you Bleed;  its subtle curvature  Dancing, deeply slit your guts.    It's for your own good;   You need guidance, I provide;  What is your pleasure? This is  Mine; A welcome change!