Bug (Bulkhead Remix)

I wear the clothes
And the mother comes after me
I wash the floor
And the lenses keep track of me
And the lenses keep track of me

Spider on the wall
Was calling me by name
Her fragile little webs
Grew too dangerous to stay
She looked into my iris
Crawled inside the hole
I plucked her from my ear canal
She thinks that I’m her home

You own the house
Does it mind whеn I make it creak?
I have a bеd
And I think I sleep
The directives are growing weak

Oh
Must we pretend?
Oh
Must we pretend
That we’re so different?

Okiya