Centipede, centipede,
Walk through the night.
When you find your crevice,
You’ll feel all right.
Centipede, centipede,
Abandon your flight;
Step beyond the crevice,
And see that there’s light!
Outside and yonder,
You’ll fear for your life;
Just find the right rhythm,
And you’ll Become the Night!
So crawl, never surrender,
Slither through, just don’t hide;
Forget the venom, never tender,
Always Resist. Press on. Defy!
Fernando, unfiltered 