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
Im changing Im spinning
Uh morphogenic
Im webbing Im morphing
Uh morphogenic
Im hungry Im thirsty
Uh morphogenic
Im tired Im wasting
Uh morphogenic
I stumble from
This empty room
You blow my brains
Ill blow my cool
You know I cant 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
Im changing Im spinning
Uh morphogenic
Im webbing Im morphing
Uh morphogenic
Im hungry Im thirsty
Uh morphogenic
Im tired Im wasting
Uh morphogenic
Im changing Im spinning
Uh morphogenic
Im webbing Im morphing
Uh morphogenic
Im hungry Im thirsty
Uh morphogenic
Im tired Im wasting
Uh morphogenic