Slow Worm

	作词 : Archers of Loaf
	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'd blind.

	zuò cí : Archers of Loaf
	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' d blind.