Woke up when something was resting
Clicking under my crown
This little roach has been nesting
He just won't quit with the sound

So shut up
I took the blood from the back of your brain
You're not here
I plunge through plasma 'til it drives you insane
Get dead
I drain the dopamine inflicting your pain
But I fled
I got an appetite, the roach in your head

Came to and he began crawling
Pitter-patter in my skin
This little roach has been gnawing
And I let maggots seep in

So shut up
He took the blood from the back of my brain
He's here
He drove through derma, drove his baby insane
Get dead
The parasite is feeling itchy to touch
And I fled
And I'll bow down to the roach in my head