Loving Parasite

Blood-sucking hustlers, sisters, brothers, lovers,
Feeding off each other.
Blood-sucking hustlers, sisters, brothers, hunters,
D-Did I stutter, motherfuckers?
It was all so long ago,
I sang you all the songs I wrote,
You were young and vulnerable,
I was old.
Time's a winding centipede,
Crawling into centuries,
She will not remember me.
I need a doctor or a priest or something,
Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny.
I need a doctor or a priest or something,
The police are coming.
Maybe I just read you wrong,
Or maybe I've been dead too long.
I led you on, you went along.
Time's a winding centipede,
Burrows in our memories,
And that is all we'll ever be.
I need a doctor or a priest or something,
Saunta Claus, the Easter Bunny.
I need a doctor or a priest or something,
The police are coming.
The universe is expanding,
But I don't feel a damn thing,
There's nothing you can do about it,
Keep on dancing.
They say it's all expanding,
But I don't feel a damn thing,
There's nothing you can do about it,
Keep on dancing.
Stars inside wander with the gods tonight,
Vibrating and harmonized,
The glitter of the stars inside.
The universe is expanding,
But I don't feel a damn thing,
There's nothing you can do about it,
Keep on dancing.
They say it's all expanding,
But I don't feel a damn thing,
Love and understanding,
Were simply too demanding.