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