Entomologists

I hear humming, buzzing, buzzing

Today marks one long dream

Burrowed deep inside

Sallowing faces leaving me behind

They talk about me, see?

I can hear them

The call their friends entomologists

Knock on wood, but I'd rather stay alone

And isolate intuition from unknown

You've bent my world, now I'll never figure out

What it means when I see infestations in my dreams

Today marks two long dreams

Festering away

Sallowing bodies crawling on all fours

They talk about me

They get in real close

They call themselves metamorphosis

Knock on wood, but I'd rather stay alone

And isolate intuition from unknown

You've bent my world, now I'll never figure out

What it means when I see infestations in my dreams