Everything I do it always feels like something's on my back
Eating my will to live, feasting on my energy
I got to get it out of me, I got to make it gone
Before it burns me out and turns my days into nights
Slowly I'm slipping away while the parasite grows in me
Thoughts of falling apart torment my mind
My bloodshot-eyes struggle against the state of sleep
But if I give in I know it's the last time I'll ever breathe
chorus:
I can hear its call inside my head
A lifeless creature taking over my shell
Creation of no-time-for-yourself-, productionsociety
Can you feel it wriggling in thee?
Digging itself deeper into me,
trapping my limbs, interfering my deeds
Taking over my daily routines
it turns me into an emotionless machine
Got to get it out of me
Got to make it dead before I lay to sleep
(chorus)
No use to fight against a species with no give in state
Just let it take control, drag you deeper into cold,
and play along...
I can hear its call inside my head
A lifeless creature taking over my shell
Creation of no-time-for-yourself-, productionsociety
Can you feel it wriggling in thee?
And with every move I make I move closer to it's needs
- needles and pins twisting deeper in me
Programmed behaviour
Can you feel it wriggling in thee?
