The Worm

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 growing large
 I am the worm crawling through 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
 Take my life
 Before I taken 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