Parasites

The parasites are excited when you’re dead
Eyes bulging, entering your head
And all your thoughts, yeah
They rot
God and Satan, they gamble when you’re dead
Beams of light, one’s sprite
The other’s bourbon instead
And all your thoughts, yeah
They rot
It was hot and time was sticking to my skin
We’re all the punchline
To a joke that they won’t let us in on
And all your thoughts, yeah
They rot
The parasites are excited when you’re dead
Eyes bulging, entering your head
And all your thoughts, yeah
They rot
God and Satan, they gamble when you’re dead
Beams of light, one’s sprite
The other’s bourbon instead
And all your thoughts, yeah
They rot
It was hot and time was sticking to my skin
We’re all the punchline
To a joke that they won’t let us in on
And all your thoughts, yeah
They rot