Lyrics Slow Worm - Archers of Loaf

Slow Worm

Theres a worm in your head,
Squirming over on me.
Leaves a paper thin scab
And youre laughing.
Its too crowded
With the skull cap on.
(?)
When youre amplified.
And everybodys tired of the noise that you make,
And everybodys tired of the voice youre faking.
Nobodys counting, cause everybodys fine.
And everybodys whistling because everybodys blind.
Theres a page of your face from the xerox machine.
Gray matter, bending, blending.
Makes me sleepy when you cant define
How far youre trailing behind.
Youre always sedated.
Youre simplified.
Picking off the scabs
From the skin of your lies.
And nobodys counting, cause everybodys fine.
And everybodys buying it cause everybodyd blind.