just want not need
using more then one should
the compulsive caterpillar
with two eyes of stone
cloaked in a cocoon
though nothing will change
voracious appetite
will someday kill the tree
now there'll be no rest
losing ground to hold
when i'm feeling so helpless
things are out of control
this is not real
this flesh, this machine
the tainted obsession
to shear the green from the leaves
addicted at heart
possession of mind
feel the need to control
our mutations are changes
when this is all done
there will be no more green
now there'll be no rest
losing ground to hold
when i'm feeling so helpless
things are out of control
see the ants are amassing
teaming up to devour
don't wanna be a moth my friends
never wanna die
now there'll be no rest
losing ground to hold
when i'm feeling so helpless
things are out of control
ants are marching in
to steal the glutton's soul
ants are marching in
take my body whole