Homeostasis

Written by：Ciscandra Nostalghia/Roy Gnan
Nostalghia -Homeostasis
A tiny moth
Wrapped in lungs
Got my armor
And I got my gun
I told you not to call me hun
To call me hun
She floats so soft
Inside his web
My spider lover
His useless head
I told you not to touch my bed
To touch my bed
I'm changing I'm spinning
Uh morphogenic
I'm webbing I'm morphing
Uh morphogenic
I'm hungry I'm thirsty
Uh morphogenic
I'm tired I'm wasting
Uh morphogenic
I stumble from
This empty room
You blow my brains
I'll blow my cool
You know I can't play by the rules
Play by the rules
I feel so cold
The sweetest stare
My wool filled eyes
Your hollow care
A tiny game of truth or dare
Of truth or dare
I'm changing I'm spinning
Uh morphogenic
I'm webbing I'm morphing
Uh morphogenic
I'm hungry I'm thirsty
Uh morphogenic
I'm tired I'm wasting
Uh morphogenic
I'm changing I'm spinning
Uh morphogenic
I'm webbing I'm morphing
Uh morphogenic
I'm hungry I'm thirsty
Uh morphogenic
I'm tired I'm wasting
Uh morphogenic