What's that strange music? Is it the laughter of someone no longer living under glass? Skate on surface tension Never say the words that hang suspended like dark chimes Let the wind stir them When we have departed ♪ Uncomfortable insects Scuttling from path to path Leading our maggot lives Dreaming of becoming flies Uncomfortable insects Scuttling from path to path Leading our maggot lives Dreaming of becoming flies ♪ No patterns in my life Only the straight lines, the ropes that keep me tied The outer skeleton that keeps me held in The stunted wings that move so feebly That twitch as I sleep ♪ Uncomfortable insects Scuttling from path to path Leading our maggot lives Dreaming of becoming flies Uncomfortable insects Scuttling from path to path Leading our maggot lives Dreaming of becoming flies