I am just a worm,
I am always wrong.
Crawling with my face
Buried in the world,
I bite off a piece
And then move ahead.
Saying "here we are"
Feel my head got stuck.
Trying to break free
I just bite again.
My perception clogged
My exhausted throat,
And my mouth is blocked
Chewing all the thoughts.
If I only could
Ever see my tracks,
Know what I have left
For another worms!
Some perception and
Some more thoughts to chew...
And I never could
Stop it or reverse.
Cause I'm just a worm,
I am always wrong,
I am just a worm,
I am always wrong,
I am just a worm,
I am always wrong.
So my dear worms,
Crawl to the grave,
Till the total hush,
Looking for your souls...
Worms
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