theyre living their lives at our feet making a meal of most all anything can you blame them grabbing a taste of our skin probably aint healthy for them watch it puff when the pinch picking up traces of dust and the twigs im sure youve stepped straight into a pile of them crawling up socks and then moving between its a second or two before you notice a thing disrupting a life times one million and five they dont even question the motive in time maybe they do and then maybe its cool but they just go rebuild everything that weve ruined like an ant god damn it were like ants ants and i can understand ants just the common man ants when youre crawling and everybody isnt when youre crawling and they dont see the difference when youre crawling and they dont understand it when youre crawling and everybodys standing ive played in the grove where its sunny and hot some piles are egyptian pyramids some piles are not the red ones have brown eyes on the black ones you cant see their black eyes against them so small what if we are all just another lost colony yet to live under a boot i dont know if thats true im just thinking and writing and thinking and typing it through when youre crawling and everybody isnt when youre crawling and they dont see the difference when youre crawling and everybodys standing up when youre crawling and you dont know what the fuck ants god damn it were like x2 but i can understand x2 youre crawling youre crawling to me me1
['alternative r&b', 'art pop', 'electropop', 'escape room']