(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 grown 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 lite 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