Illogistical Resource Dept. - Togremelas

A plague has risen stretching far and wide
An uncertain feeling on Salem's riverside
A certain select few don't seem to be themselves
It seems they are possessed by evil itself

The bread that feeds
Is the bread that leads
To the mind's collapse
Where delirium breeds

Imaginary things crawl on their skin
A mental condition not many have seen
They rant and rave in a delusional trance
Never seeing the end, only a glance

We have our ropes and stones
if the trials don't come through
for this we can’t condone
this manic point of view

Some blame the ergot others blame their craft
Most of us should know to trust the better half
If the facts ring true, then no one will know
As we gaze into the bonfire's glow

The bread that feeds
Is the bread that needs
Warm swampy waters
To spread its disease