bugs under my skin

Intro

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Verse 1

Something’s itching underneath the skin

A rhythmic buzzing where the blood gets thin

The air is thick with the swarm and the heat

Legs like needles on the soles of my feet

We’re huddled in the weeds where the tall grass stings

Listening to the hum of a thousand wings

A tick in the collar, a flea in the sleeve

The kind of place that you never really leave.

Pre-Chorus

The mosquito’s drone is a heavy bass

Feeding on the heat in this hollowed-out space

It’s a host and a guest in a frantic dance

Losing every bit of our self-governance.

Chorus

Down at the site where the parasites play

Drinking from the life till the sky turns gray

The beetles are crawling in a mindless line

Tracing out a map on your vertebrae and mine

Yeah, it’s twitching in the dirt, it’s alive in the mud

The sound of the hunger and the taste of the blood

Everything’s biting at the site tonight.

Verse 2

Moths hitting hard against the lantern glass

While the chiggers move slow through the summer grass

There’s a worm in the fruit and a grub in the ground

Making such a wet and a burrowing sound

You feel the pinch and you feel the bite

But you stay for the pulse of the sweltering night

A fever in the marrow, a sting in the vein

Getting used to the itch, getting used to the strain.

Pre-Chorus

The cycle is spinning, the eggs have been laid

In the damp and the rot where the bodies are swayed

Nothing is lonely when you’re never alone

With something else living in the marrow of your bone.

Chorus

Down at the site where the parasites play

Drinking from the life till the sky turns gray

The beetles are crawling in a mindless line

Tracing out a map on your vertebrae and mine

Yeah, it’s twitching in the dirt, it’s alive in the mud

The sound of the hunger and the taste of the blood

Everything’s biting at the site tonight.

Bridge

Scratch at the surface, tear at the wool

The moon is a maggot, white and full

We’re all just a meal in a frantic swarm

Keeping the cold-blooded heavy and warm.

Chorus

Down at the site where the parasites play

Drinking from the life till the sky turns gray

The beetles are crawling in a mindless line

Tracing out a map on your vertebrae and mine

Yeah, it’s twitching in the dirt, it’s alive in the mud

The sound of the hunger and the taste of the blood

Everything’s biting at the site tonight.

Outro

Hear the clicking...

Feel the ticking...

Under the surface...

With a purpose...

At the site.

The parasite site.