The Worm کے بول

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