My Apartment from Tireda Fightin by Flagland

I can hear 'em in the walls, I can hear 'em in the ground.
From the ceiling fan comes a sickening sound:
Conglomeration of a thousand skittering legs.
…Or maybe the bugs are in my head?
Something died in the wall; I can totally tell.
Everybody comes and comments on the sickening smell.
Tore the wall down to see what was stinking up the place.
Found a corpse and it had my face.
My apartment.
Insects all over my skin!
I can feel 'em crawling in.
Insects inside my veins!
I can hear their tiny screams.
Insects all over my skin!
I can feel 'em crawling in.
Insects inside my veins...
Cut 'em out with razor blades!
Someone's trying to break his way into my home;
Hear him knock, knock, knocking on the door when I'm alone.
Suddenly he's pounding and he busts it in.
See his face and it's me again.
My apartment.
I opened the window to get some fresh air
And I fell out onto the street,
And then I went up the stairs to my apartment and fell out again,
And I crawled up the stairs to my apartment and fell out again,
And I crawled up the stairs to my apartment and jumped out again,
And everyone was watching
But they didn't do anything.
They just watched…
Watch me die.

• Brooklyn
• Rock
• garage
• new york city
• panic rock
• punk
• New York