Jack The Maggot - Fuzz

My plastic bag

I’m wandering Jack

I am erased, I am a flesh sack

I see you playing dead

So I touch your head

My paper hands

Are meaningless

I’m wandering jeep

I feel like a maggot

But I like it

Fleshy sacks

And wandering jeeps

Are meaningless

I see you playing dead

So I touch your head

Through your skin

To touch your bones

So I’m not alone