| All these... | |
| I got bugs | |
| I got bugs in my room | |
| Bugs in my bed | |
| Bugs in my ears | |
| Their eggs in my head | |
| Bugs in my pockets | |
| Bugs in my shoes | |
| Bugs in the way I feel about you | |
| Bugs on my window | |
| Trying to get in | |
| They don't go nowhere | |
| Waiting, waiting... | |
| Bugs on my ceiling | |
| Crowded the floor | |
| Standing, sitting, kneeling... | |
| A few block the door | |
| And now the question's: | |
| Do I kill them? | |
| Become their friend? | |
| Do I eat them? | |
| Raw or well done? | |
| Do I trick them? | |
| I don't think they're that dumb | |
| Do I join them? | |
| Looks like that's the one | |
| I got bugs on my skin | |
| Tickle my nausea | |
| I let it happen again | |
| They're always takin' over | |
| I see they surround me, I see... | |
| See them deciding my fate | |
| Oh, that which was once...was once up to me... | |
| Now it's too late | |
| I got bugs in my room...one on one | |
| That's when I had a chance | |
| I'll just stop now | |
| I'll become naked | |
| And with the...I'll become one |