( Verse 1 ) little white larva in the folds of my think meat, wriggeling to the rhythm of a pulse they can't beat. you say mind Your manners, they say bite my seat. we're all just soft fruit, for things that eat. ( chorus ) chew slow, chew slow ,let the gray matter glow, every wriggels a whisper, you already know , brain worms, brain worms, silk threat and slick, dancing on synapses, like candle wick. ( Verse 2) they don't pay rent, they just rearrange the wires, leave little love bites, where the old desire , expires, feed em a question, they'll spit back a quire, angel or parasite, take Your pick of Liars. ( chorus ) Chew slow, chew slower—let the sludge devour, every wriggle a ransom you’ll never recover. Brain worms, brain worms—silk-thick and sore, tunneling cathedrals in the meat you ignore ( bridge) Slide down the optic nerve like a fireman’s pole, tap-dance on memories you already stole. I’m the itch you can’t scratch, the truth you can’t console— a silk-noose lullaby tightening the skull. ( chorus whispered) Chew slow, chew slow, till the last neuron glows, swallow the silence where the larva grows. Brain worms, brain worms—pretty and sick— tonight we dine inside you; hope the sauce sticks.
