Gregor Samsa Lyrics

Unable to move my head

Turned into a roach in bed

Oh what will my mother say

Mentally I'm still the same

Got discovered eight past ten

Not by women nor by men

By my dear mother who

Split my sweet dreams right in two

Oh you're so useless now I

Can't profit of your love so

Die

Don't take it personal but

Without your labour you're just

Useless to me

Gregor Samsa is my name

All my efforts were in vain

A tool I was for you to use

This metamorphosis is my fuse

If only you could smell my pain

It'd be so rancid you'd go insane

Sister can you tell me why

Life has come and passed me by

Did you know that bugs can't cry

This will be my last goodbye

The sweet sound of your violin

Makes my heart swirl, makes my soul

Spin

But I'm not welcome downstairs

You threw an apple at my

Head

Fallin' on the floor

But I've stopped searching for more