Letras: Bride. The Jesus Experience. 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 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