crawling into my head, mosquito, mosquito red
pieces, diseases, floating in the greases, but they smile instead
sting of the s**erfly
in the dead of the night
ride on the wings of a dragonfly
sleep by the candlelight
s**ing the gutter dry
taking flight
now they dance on the open eye
pushing the needle to the tiny bite
watching the circling sun, mosquito, mosquito run
vision of a k**ing gun
they sing with the voices of the angels son
river is flowing
the bloddy wind is blowing
the reaper they are sowing
and i don't believe that they are going
crawling into my eye, mosquito, mosquito fly
falling from the scientist slide
eating at the walls from behind they hide