We are insects.
Swinging around with no nature
desiring evil, descending, creeping like worms.
I lift my head up
even higher than the moon
until I can't see
you bastards anymore.
The Bad Joke
We are insects.
Swinging around with no nature
desiring evil, descending, creeping like worms.
I lift my head up
even higher than the moon
until I can't see
you bastards anymore.
