Mosquitos need blood to survive
Why do you think you can keep me alive
The speaker decides to speak again
In front of the worms of their blind discipline
Distribute the lies through the camera lens
I'll believe and I won't pretend
My conscious knows better
But I'll have to pick my pseudo pride
Are you happy with what's in front of you
Are you happy with the grubs on the table tonight
Don't understand the policies
So I'll just take this side
Here's a distraction to keep you insects
From seeing the true light
Lurking underground
For several years at a time
Breaking through the soil
To breed and disappear
Are you happy with what's in front of you
Are you happy with the drugs on the table tonight
Are you secure with the knowledge
That you seem to own
You can always stop shut the fuck up
And bury yourself in your phone