You'd be spit out by the roaches
Yeah, yeah
Aren't you tired of the insects crawling around in your mind?
You're not designed to be the queen bee
That's just anatomy, take this one personally
Take this one to heart
You'd be lucky if the ants harvested your body
You'd be spit out by the roaches
You'd be lucky if the ants harvested your body after you're dead
You'd be spit out by the roaches
Left in the soul to rot, rot, rot
You watch the worms pass through your eyes
Who gave a butterfly net to a child
Asked him to play god for a second
Raise it up above his head and let the beauty in
Just to rip it from the sky
Even the worms can see you
I know that you don't feel safe in the spider's web
And how could you?
Because the black widow queen has you tied up in her bandage
Her silk tied around your arms and legs
Ball gagged like the fly
You'd be lucky if the ants harvested your body after you're dead
You'd be spit out by the roaches
Left in the soul to rot, rot, rot
You watch the worms pass through your eyes
Who gave a butterfly net to a child
Asked him to play god for a second
Raise it up above his head and let the beauty in
Just to rip it from the sky
Even the worms can see who you are
Spiders in your head, locusts in your bed
How do you sleep at night
With the maggots inching through your veins?
How do you sleep at
You've got the maggots inching through your veins
You'd be lucky if the ants harvested your body after you're dead
You'd be spit out by the roaches
Left in the soul to rot, rot, rot
You watch the worms pass through your eyes
Who gave a butterfly net to a child
Asked him to play god for a second
Raise it up above his head and let the beauty in
Just to rip it from the sky
Even the worms can see who you are
