centipede

Centipede
Not a world left to see
To believe
Such a shame its not free
But rest assured, the pay off is next to none
Rest assured
Send me links I’m trying to know no-one
All the gods I’ve found none for me
None for me
Centipede to a certain degree
I believe in the corniest things
I think I did
Art is slowly fading out
Down it goes
It’s a bad break
You call out my name
It’s a poor sap
I couldn’t say grace
(Not sure on the last line)