THE WORM

(Psalms 23)

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE ME
TO BE SITTING ON THE EDGE DANGLING MY FEET
WONDERING IF GOD WOULD GIVE HIS ANGELS CHARGE
IF I WAS FEELING SMALL
IF MY MIND WAS GROWNG LARGE


I AM THE WORM CRAWILING TROUGH YOUR HEAD
I AM THE WORM CRAWLING THROUGH YOUR HEAD


YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE ME
HAVING ALL THESE FACES LOOKING IN TO SEE
THEIR EYES ARE WHITE LIT JUST LIKE A TORCH
TO BURN MY SOUL WHICH IS THIN AND WHICH IS WORN


I AM THE WORM CRAWLING THROUGH YOUR HEAD
I AM THE WORM CRAWLING THROUGH YOUR HEAD
I AM THE WORM CRAWLING THROUGH YOUR HEAD
I AM THE WORM CRAWLING THROUGH YOUR HEAD


TAKE MY LIFE
TAKE MY LIFE
BEFORE I TAKE IT MYSELF


YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE ME
TO BE A POET NAILED TO THIS TREE
WHERE ARE MY ACCUSERS THOSE WHO RIDICULE
THOSE WHO HAVE LEARNED TO HATE AND CURSE THIS SILLY FOOL


I AM THE WORM CRAWLING THROUGH YOUR HEAD
I AM THE WORM CRAWLING THROUGH YOUR HEAD
I AM THE WORM CRAWLING THROUGH YOUR HEAD
I AM THE WORM CRAWLING THROUGH YOUR HEAD


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