Flies - Aesop Rock

Flies buzz around the sink

Lunch on crumbs, fuck y’all think

Everything was fine, not a single peep

It happened overnight, must’ve been the açaí

Some uninvited guests, some unappealing sludge

A couple hundred eggs, a day to yield bugs

I make a few traps, bleach in the drain

You should see the trash, it feels like a plague

Clean the whole crib, bottles at the curb

Even empty out the fridge, that’s gotta be a first

Still can’t win, two on the tiles

Three by the spout, me in denial

I’m clapping at the air, I’m cornered by the plates

I’m brought unto my knees, I’m forfeiting the space

I’m clawing at the walls, swarm ordering me ate

It’s death from above, nobody saying grace