I'm down here by myself. Pickin' dust off the shelf. Company I don't need I don't like to share. I'm surrounded by spies. I feel their segmented eyes. Burnin' holes in my back with predator stare. Something's fillin' my space. Someone's takin' my place. Something's circlin' interrupting my prayer. And I was sick as a dog. And I was lickin' the frog. And I was fillin' the hole I dug in the air. And I was alone - just the two of us. And I heard a drone - so I looked around. To find the sound - yeah up and down. On the ground - it was you and I swatting flies. Something's suckin' my spine. Swallowin' all that is mine. I'm kissin' the leeches that bury their heads in my skin. Now I'm pickin' my locks. Now I'm breakin' my box. Embracing the kindness of parasites tryin' to get in