Insects

(Willcox / Bogen / Bush)

Wind ignites doors of midnight

Slams abuse into a broken street

A scream sparks the neons back to life

Born to the city we're your children in flames

Emerging from the sewers of the dark and insane

Our excuse is satanic saints

Our excuse is the satanic saints

Satan's little baby saints!

We'll penetrate your walls and slip inside

Set your soul on fire with cyanide

In your blueing flesh our seed will hide

To rejuvenate your body to fight for our side

The living dead, they cannot die

The living living won't survive

All that's left is suicide

Life is lonely in this empty town

I'm just hanging around

Times so morose to a suicide failure

I'm just another ghost of another failure

I'm still alive, insects crawl all over me

They're crawling up my legs, all over my body

They're inside of me

BITE!

BITE!

Times so morose to a suicide failure

I'm just another ghost of another failure

Oh I'm still alive, insects crawl inside of me

Insects are eating me!