Archers Of Loaf - Slow Worm

SLOW WORM

There's a worm in your head,
Squirming over on me.
Leaves a paper thin scab
And you're laughing.

It's too crowded
With the skull cap on. (?)
When you're amplified.

And everybody's tired of the noise that you make,
And everybody's tired of the voice you're faking.
Nobody's counting, cause everybody's fine.
And everybody's whistling because everybody's blind.

There's a page of your face from the xerox machine.
Gray matter, bending, blending.
Makes me sleepy when you can't define
How far you're trailing behind.

You're always sedated.
You're simplified.
Picking off the scabs
From the skin of your lies.

And nobody's counting, cause everybody's fine.
And everybody's buying it cause everybody's blind.

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Archers
• Of
• Loaf
• Slow
• Worm

[skihalli]

sometimes the way these riffs are put together leaves no question to the authority of thier design and the beauty of friendship. the singer being angry is a riff also. don't be predictable. men without violens

[icebox79deluxe]

I don't remember listening that song ever before, it's so beautiful, thanks for posting this!

[mahkba]

Great post.