Beneath the soil lay our roots
Multi-legged insects walking on moss
Working hard to get the fruits
Like lost souls running to the cross
Or hungry new army recruits
With no care of profit or loss
We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain
We feast together in the swamp
The spiders just want to push us around
They see us and want to stomp
We hide under the ground
I’m here, no fear of the chomp
It’s our other way around
We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain
One day I hope it will change
The flower tell us one day
Not to far gone to rearrange
Apex of the sun’s way
Move to the balkan mountain range
Rather than be part of the buffet
We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain
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