in my head bugs in my pockets bugs in my shoes bugs in the way i feel about you
bugs on my window trying to get in they dont go nowhere waiting, waiting... bugs on my ceiling crowed the floor standing, sitting, kneeling... a few block the door
and now the questions: do i kill them? become their friend? do i eat them? raw or weel done? do i trick them? i dont think theyre dumb do i join them? looks like thats the one
i got bugs on my skin tickle my nausea i let it happen again theyre always takin over i see they surround me, i see... see them deciding my fate oh, that which was once... was once up to me... now its too late
i got bugs in my room... one on one thats when i had a chance ill just stop now ill become naked and with the... ill become one