pills in a matchbox
oh, my god
bugs are eating pills, and the pills
and the pills
they are eating my stomach
and i crush those bugs with my index-finger.
bugs in a pillbox
oh, my god
and the pills will crush my soul with their crawling, and the bugs
and the bugs
they always never sleep
cause they have to stay in my dreams
me in a bugbox
oh, my god
those feelers can't feel much more, and i can't
and i can't
they trample me with their many feet
even when i'm not asleep
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