Parasites

The parasites are excited when you're dead Eyes bulging, entering your head And all your thoughts, yeah They rot God and Satan, they gamble when you're dead Beams of light, one's sprite The other's bourbon instead And all your thoughts, yeah They rot It was hot and time was sticking to my skin We're all the punchline To a joke that they won't let us in on And all your thoughts, yeah They rot The parasites are excited when you're dead Eyes bulging, entering your head And all your thoughts, yeah They rot God and Satan, they gamble when you're dead Beams of light, one's sprite The other's bourbon instead And all your thoughts, yeah They rot It was hot and time was sticking to my skin We're all the punchline To a joke that they won't let us in on And all your thoughts, yeah They rot