Scratchy bugs everywhere

In your hair

In the dark they crawl around

On your face and underground

And they scuttle on a million legs

To pick your bones while you’re in bed

And they crawl and they crawl and they’re not afraid of you

They’ll burst and they’ll squirm when you split them in two

Roaches and flies are nothing but pests

Maggots and worms are disgusting, no less

The worker ants rise to eat the queen

While the spider who hunts is a killing machine

Does it make your skin crawl? Does it make you feel sick?

Well, they come from the dirt and they’re far too quick

To chase them away or hunt them down

They’re bugs you see and they come from the ground

This planet is theirs

You’re nothing but food

When you’re dead you’ll decay

And they’ll feast on you

Exoskeleton breaks through crystal cocoon

Changes into something more

Winged doom