Spricket from Fleshtone Tombstone by Jared Andrews

the bugs that crawl
beneath my skin
are creeping toward my skull
and soon i will
be nothing but
a walking vegetable
rotting fruit
and milk that we
left sitting in the sun
and all the crumbs
that linger in
your microwave oven

beating wings against my eyes
and feelers in my soul
i am the face of the operation
i'm not in control

look into my eyes and see
the spider's tangled web
soon i shall be nothing but
a severed, mangled head

i glued your
antennas on
top of my cranium
i followed the
feedback from my
big muff geranium
i hollowed out
a body that
i found along the way
i crawled on up
inside and made
myself a place to stay

able-bodied enemies
and crippled confidants
the head longs for logic
but the heart wants what it wants

look into my eyes and see
the spider's tangled web
soon i shall be nothing but
a severed, mangled head

what do you think about
when you are down and out?
what's going on inside your head, babe?
and if there's room inside
for someone else to hide
i'd love to join you there, my friend

look into my eyes and see
the spider's tangled web
soon i shall be nothing but
a severed, mangled head

what do you think about
when you are down and out?
what's going on inside your head, babe?
and if there's room inside
for someone else to hide
i'd love to join you there, my friend
what is the reason for
the darkness we explore?
don't wanna go there once again
'cause there is something else
no need to stay in hell
it's not too late to ascend

• Alternative
• bedroom pop
• bubble gum
• lo-fi
• punk rock
• rock n roll
• Fort Wayne