"Wiggle Wiggle Worm (2026 Version)" lyrics
(feat. Jaret Reddick)
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Bite, bite, bite. Bite
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Out go the lights
Wiggle, worm... chew, chew, chew
The final act belongs to you. (Yeah!)
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Bite, bite, bite. Bite
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Out go the lights
Wiggle, worm... chew, chew, chew
The final act belongs to you
Can't outrun it, can't unsee
The worm waits quiet in the balcony
All the world's stage
And we mine our breath
But the final act belongs to death
The conqueror comes, no mask, no charm
Just soil in his mouth and a mouthful of harm
So scream if you want, but you won't be heard
The worm don't care for your final words
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Bite, bite, bite. Bite
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Out go the lights
Wiggle, worm... chew, chew, chew
The final act belongs to you. (Yeah!)
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Bite, bite, bite. Bite
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Out go the lights
Wiggle, worm... chew, chew, chew
The final act belongs to you
This ain't horrorcore... this is deeper than fear
It's the silence that falls when the crowd disappears
This the truth no algorithm can spin
It's the fact that the worm always wins
A week after we brought our baby daughter home from the hospital, this poem had me crying alone in the basement at 3 a.m! Because this is the "tragedy, 'man'", Poe wrote... and its hero… the Conqueror Worm.
So laugh, or cry, forget your lines...
Either way, you're on in five
So laugh, or cry, forget your lines...
Either way, you're on in five
This is like... Poe's scariest poem... These angels go to see a play, mankind is on stage, miming, thinking their lives have relevance, and then... out from the audience... a giant worm eats everyone! It's curtains
It's a very, very dark poem. It's kind of funny too… but I was still crying at three in the morning
Bite, bite, bite. Bite
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Out go the lights
Wiggle, worm... chew, chew, chew
The final act belongs to you. (Yeah!)
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Bite, bite, bite. Bite
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Out go the lights
Wiggle, worm... chew, chew, chew
The final act belongs to you
Can't outrun it, can't unsee
The worm waits quiet in the balcony
All the world's stage
And we mine our breath
But the final act belongs to death
The conqueror comes, no mask, no charm
Just soil in his mouth and a mouthful of harm
So scream if you want, but you won't be heard
The worm don't care for your final words
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Bite, bite, bite. Bite
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Out go the lights
Wiggle, worm... chew, chew, chew
The final act belongs to you. (Yeah!)
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Bite, bite, bite. Bite
Wiggle, wiggle, worm
Out go the lights
Wiggle, worm... chew, chew, chew
The final act belongs to you
This ain't horrorcore... this is deeper than fear
It's the silence that falls when the crowd disappears
This the truth no algorithm can spin
It's the fact that the worm always wins
A week after we brought our baby daughter home from the hospital, this poem had me crying alone in the basement at 3 a.m! Because this is the "tragedy, 'man'", Poe wrote... and its hero… the Conqueror Worm.
So laugh, or cry, forget your lines...
Either way, you're on in five
So laugh, or cry, forget your lines...
Either way, you're on in five
This is like... Poe's scariest poem... These angels go to see a play, mankind is on stage, miming, thinking their lives have relevance, and then... out from the audience... a giant worm eats everyone! It's curtains
It's a very, very dark poem. It's kind of funny too… but I was still crying at three in the morning
