crawling into my head, mosquito, mosquito red   pieces, diseases, floating in the greases, but they smile instead      sting of the suckerfly   in the dead of the night   ride on the wings of a dragonfly   sleep by the candlelight   sucking the gutter dry   taking flight   now they dance on the open eye   pushing the needle to the tiny bite      watching the circling sun, mosquito, mosquito run   vision of a killing gun   they sing with the voices of the angels son      river is flowing   the bloddy wind is blowing   the reaper they are sowing   and i don't believe that they are going      crawling into my eye, mosquito, mosquito fly   falling from the scientist slide   eating at the walls from behind they hide