Jack the Maggot

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

I see you playing dead

so I touch your head

Through your skin

to touch your bones

so I'm not alone