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 questions... 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 taking 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 them I'll become one.
