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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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