Bugging for Mercy - Hackneyed

You turn me on, I turn you off

You scream out loud, I come above

I spread my wings, you feel it itch

You make me burn now;

be my bitch

The parasites are coming

The parasites are coming home

They’re — coming your way

They are coming your way

And they’ll stay — stay

Staying to play till you are

Dead and rotted away

The parasites are coming

The parasites are coming home

Nothing to you.

You feel it scrabble into

Inside your body, right through

And there is nothing to do

Begging of me.

You’ve something to feed

Some craving need.

Need to eat

I’LL BRING YOU DOWN!

The parasites are coming

The parasites are coming home