The little worms beneath my skin
Control my muscles, make me sin.
The crickets and locust behind my eyes
Control my thoughts and my body complies.
The spiders live inside my bones,
Like hollow kings on hollow thrones.
And beetles in my lungs and throat
Steal my air and musical notes.
Butterflies float 'round my stomach, I'm sure,
They aren't the problem nor are they the cure.
Ants and termites in my veins
Flourish while my blood still drains.
My teeth have turned to hornets too
And sting me when I'm kissing you.
At least our scorpion tongues don't touch.
The poison would be far too much.
The centipedes still don't know where to go
So they crawl through my guts and continue to grow.
My heart is a hive for all of my guests,
A sickening hotel inside of my chest.
I want to escape, but I can't get away,
My body's a prison until I decay.
Take my skin off, give me peace,
Slice me up, give me release.
I'll spill my life in front of your face
If you'll lap it up and take my place.