Jack the Maggot

My plastic bag

I'm wandering Jack

I am erased, I am a flesh sackI see you playing dead

so I touch your headMy paper hands

are meaningless

I'm wandering jeep

I feel like a maggot

but I like it, fleshy sacks

and wandering jeeps

are meaninglessI see you playing dead

so I touch your head

Through your skin

to touch your bones

so I'm not alone

I see you playing dead

so I touch your head

Through your skin

to touch your bones

so I'm not alone

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