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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 From Letras Mania