slow worm þarký sözü

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.