Troubled By Insects -

A global splendor of gluttony

He’s got a smile (I'll do anything)

Like he was born to be president

You ask about politics I answer

It’s all about people

Let’s spit for territories

Split up the not enough to go around

Just let me keep all these wants I need

I’ll do whatever you want me to

You present your presence (I'll do anything)

Like grabby gift day presents

We all suck (I'll do anything)

Your bloated white bread fill but I’m still always starving

You ask about people and I tell you

We’re all on the inside

Let’s spit for territories

Split up the not enough to go around

Just let me keep all these wants I need

I’ll do whatever you want me to

I’m doing all you told me

Get your world off my back

I’ve been stuffed fat and pounded fat

I’ve shrunken it

I’ve sunk in it

I’ve drowned in all I’ve found in it