Digging your tunnels low, underground, recycling what was not waste I can see you already, youβre the prey, you canβt get away And youβre just the worm, yeah, youβre the worm, I am the bird What did you think I wouldnβt notice, I knew before you took your next move You tried to take all that I gave, as you tore at the flesh I saved I will come down for you, look out for me, deep underground
