jingle bugs

new lyrics, old music, bad take....whatever.


piles of vile insects outside my door
i'll squish their guts all over the floor
and cleaning up is no big chore
but then again there's still 7 billion more
but what if i really could kill them all?
i'd splatter their blood all over the walls
but when i finally dispose of all their waste
this would indeed be a very lonely place
(jb)
straight face to face they have such a knack
then talk behind my butchered back
they would eat their own children if they had to
oh, there isn't enough Raid in this whole world
but even if they were annihilated from all of time
i could never stop the insects that crawl in my mind
and when i die i'm gonna spoil too
slithering in the soil just like you
(jb)
this never was about a metamorphosis
but really more like a paradigmatic shift
and as the darkness slowly conquers the light
i begin to realize that maybe Kafka was right
there once glimmered hope from a dim lit moon
but only to illuminate a crackling cacoon
it gave off a smell of something rotting
then she got up and stretched her young body
(jb)