Jack the Maggot

My plastic bag
I'm wandering Jack
I am erased, I am a flesh sack

I see you playing dead
So I touch your head

My paper hands
Are meaningless
I'm wandering jeep
I feel like a maggot
But I like it
Fleshy sacks
And wandering jeeps
Are meaningless

I see you playing dead
So I touch your head
Through your skin
To touch your bones
So I'm not alone