There's a fly buzzing round inside my head And it can't find its way out Crawling here and there not getting anywhere I can feel it panicking now
As it follows a bundle of nerve fibres Down the temporal lobe to my spinal cord Backs up to the puritary gland Flees to the forebrain, turns again
I can feel each footstep like a punch My eyes explode with pain As it makes its way up my optic track Then pauses and turns again...
It probes my hypothalamus Blunders round my cranium From the tectum to the tegmentum Stretches its wings, then turns again...
Until it reaches the control center That tells me that i'm me It burrows into my synapses Rests a while, and then it starts to feed...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
