Questioni di qualità o solo formalità? Continuerò a non studiare a non lavorare a non guardare la tivù. A non andare al cinema a non fare sport. A evitare le insegne luminose che attirano allocchi. A non essere pigro di testa. A non mentire. Ma ben vestito, quello si

sabato 26 marzo 2011

Bugs. In my head

All these... 

I got bugs 
I got bugs in my room 
Bugs in my bed 
Bugs in my ears 
Their eggs 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 don't go nowhere 
Waiting, waiting... 
Bugs on my ceiling 
Crowded the floor 
Standing, sitting, kneeling... 
A few block the door 

And now the question's: 
Do I kill them? 
Become their friend? 
Do I eat them? 
Raw or well done? 
Do I trick them? 
I don't think they're that dumb 
Do I join them? 
Looks like that's the one 

I got bugs on my skin 
Tickle my nausea 
I let it happen again 
They're 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 it's too late 

I got bugs in my room...one on one 
That's when I had a chance 
I'll just stop now 
I'll become naked 
And with the...I'll become one 

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