I am the rat and I am the worm
I am the butterfly that flies through the air
we are all creatures that walk
the earth and crawl forward on elbows our voices
can’t make themselves heard they are weak weak
Summer 2004
but every now and then we’re able to see ourselves for what we
are I am the rat
that pokes his head out of his old hole I know
I’m ugly and I suffer a lot because of this
but I am the worm
that swarms through the dunghill
I have complexes but evening comes and it takes me
in its hands and plays with me we all are
lonely lonely and we suffer a lot
because of this but I am the butterfly that
flies above and I am alone alone alone and I know
fear sometimes when I peer in the mirror
but evening comes and summer comes
we all leave the plain and listen to your songs
and we love them a lot
I am the rat and I am the worm
I am the butterfly that flies through the air
and soon we turn crazy meanwhile we love
your absurd songs