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.