Life Under The Swatter by Isis
This is mosquito control I'm on the
stinging end your tounge is spilling pins
a vector of the secret disease your voice
like a rusted plane in a rusted sky your
beak pierces me in the back of my neck your
skin erupts my skin into a rash this is
mosquito control I'm on the stinging end
I'm on the stinging end
Mosquito control life under the swatter
(never turn your back, never close your eyes)
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