The Lowly Worm
I am a lowly worm
Seeing all there is to see
But they don't see me
I crawl into their house
Through the front doors they leave wide open for me
Cause I am a lowly worm
Seeing all there is to see
But they don't see me
Ignorant blind fools they are
Then they invite me into their beds
Protecting me with their warm bodies
Still they can't see me
No, but they taste me
And I taste so sweet as I crawl inside their mouths
Down their throats
And then...
I nestle myself into their hearts
And I make it sing
And they hear
And finally they see
But by then its far too late
For I am one of them
The Giants jumping up and down
Cracking the fragile glass seperating them from the abyss
And they are just a lowly worm
Seeing all there is to see
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