they're living their lives at our feet making a meal of most all anything can you blame them? grabbing a taste of our skin probably ain't healthy for them watch it puff when the pinch picking up traces of dust and the twigs i'm sure you've 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 don't even question the motive in time maybe they do and then maybe its cool but they just go rebuild everything that we've ruined like an ant god damn it we're like ants, ants and i can understand, ants just the common man, ants when you're crawling and everybody isn't when you're crawling and they don't see the difference when you're crawling and they don't understand it when you're crawling and everybody's standing I've 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 can't see their black eyes against them, so small what if we are all, just another lost colony yet to live under a boot? i don't know if that's true I'm just thinking and writing and thinking and typing it through when you're crawling and everybody isn't when you're crawling and they don't see the difference when you're crawling and everybody's standing up when you're crawling and you don't know what the f** ants god damn it we're like x2 but i can understand x2 you're crawling you're crawling to me, me