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