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Rattling through a prison of introspectionFrom the smallest cell can spread the whole infectionFor I'm not one to push it all asideI am one to hurt and to hideI read the book of Psalms by DavidI sometimes feel exactly the way that he didI am no man I am a worm he criedIf I said it brought me comfort I'd have liedHere are notes from the banjo undergroundHere is the worm behind the soundWhen I find my little light you know I'll let it shineMostly a question of TimeAnd it's nobody's fault but mineWhen I'm happy I don't prepare for other timesI've worried holes in my heart that will not mendWish I didn't hurt my friends Aus Songtexte Mania