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