There's a fly in my eye
But inside he waits to die
There's a fly in my ear
But yet inside he wonders
Will he live another year?
There's a fly up my nose
But he has not enough time
To watch his grandchildren grow
All these flies in my hair
I'm not sure I even care
Flies all over me
But I'm here because I'm free
He's here because he's dying
But slowly slowly dying
Watching his body fail him
Function leaving limb by limb
He doesn't even know about the flies
Not anymore
Because he doesn't go outside
No his life is best inside
Whilst it's still with him
Which is why he waits
For it to end