paroles de chanson Entomologists - Ghost and Pals

I hear, humming...
Buzzing
BUZZING
Today marks one, long dream...
Burrowed deep inside...
Sallowing faces, Leaving me behind...
They talk about me...
See?
I can hear them...
They call their friends, entomologist...
Knock on wood, but I'd rather stay alone
And isolate intuition from the unknown
You've bent my world
Now I'll never figure out
What it means, when I see
Infestations in my dreams
Today marks two, long dream...
Festering away...
Sallowing Bodies crawling on all fours...
They talk about me...
They get in real...
CLOSE...
They call themselves...
"Metamorphosis"...
Knock on wood but I'd rather stay alone
And I isolate intuition from the unknown
You've bent my world
Now I'll never figure out
What it means, when I see
Infestations in my dreams