The Don't Don'ts - It feeds The Worm

I go to sleep listening without any words
Sos not to distract myself from my drifting off
Probiotic, Distopian love songs
Random thought, the misreading of my hands
And the feeling of warmth "My mind it feeds the worm"
The worm it rises from the earth
On a wet sun, the heat beats down evaporating that which had brought the worm
There to begin with, Before the chance to worm it's way in, into my mind
It's in my ear but it's way is wearing thin
This worm is splitting in two
Out of you, It's wiggling out now all worm out
It's giving you a clue, i know what I like but I don't like what I do
There's nowhere left to go I've caught the Flu
It's stickier than glue this situation like hot soup
I put a smell on you
Black boogers, sugar snot, shoulda Found a different spot
I am not a sugar lump, withered links, or so the little snot thinks
Until it sinks, no buoyancy tho until we covered
And got the protein from the bugs we shot
Shoulda bought a bb-gun before we were overrun
Overrun, overrun, overrun, overrun, overrun
Over run over run over run over run over
Run over run over run over, run over run
What I know

Written by:
Christian Baldwin

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