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
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 ridcule?
Those who have learned to hate and curse this silly fool