BUG FLESH ft. Andrew Lyrics

Full moon rotating on the pinky

Half a roach packed with the sticky

These cats iffy

I'm that sick, no sheet on the mattress

Praying mantis on the nightstand laughing

It gets graphic whenever the eyes shut

The cymbals start crashing

Funhouse mirrors made of plastic

Arachnids dancing on the ceiling doing backflips

Ready set action

Bloodhound howling at the glass door

Scaring the wrens

Never forget the weather when you bury a

Friend

And now I move with a precarious grin

Comb the area slick And watch him make it by the hair on his chin

Just wanted to say that you're doing great

I know it's all a bit overwhelming

Just wanted to say that you're doing great

I know it's all a bit overwhelming

Check, onion stems growing out of his head

The bubble vest full of gator's breath

Lately I've been bathing in sweat

Between the rock and the wide open wound in the sky

The crosshairs, a Jesus made of chicken wire

Bug flesh in the windshield wipers

A cold silence, I walk into the fire

This old cycle, rust never dies

It just bites through the skin of the tire

Until it's light dulls

Paint the corners with the bishop and rook

A blister in the sun still twitching like a fish on a hook

I've got a lot of life left, I'll burn this whole bitch down during mic check

I don't sign a lot of checks, I defy death

I'm alive, I'm alive said the knives edge

They're wild vexed

Pink tiger on a leopard printed leather leash

Beckoning for somebody to test the tree, please

Just wanted to say that you're doing great

I know it's all a bit overwhelming

Just wanted to say that you're doing great

You're doing great

I know it's all a bit overwhelming