I am a bug
Live in a rug
Step on my face
I need a hug
I am a fly
Bug till I die
Sinking in shit
I feel alive
Can't feel my eyes
Twelve on each side
Spit on my dine
As I get high
Reach for your gun
Salt on my lungs
I'm feeling sick
I'm having fun
Stuck in a web
I know I'm dead
She ties me up
Bite off my head
Her fangs are black
Stained tar and plaque
Her ass is red
Impulse attack
You're wrong
You're bad
It's small
Not fat
You're wrong
You're wrong
You're wrong