Zombie Ants by Jaguar Glass

The brink of hell hangs low
Above the ground
A gem of sweet saliva
Carried to town
Somethings not right
Some kind of nature inside
Of me is growing
(Something’s not right)

I feel sickly
I feel disoriented
I feel the sun and the shadows
Change but I stay on?

Zombie ants climbing
The tree of life
The sky is safe
While I’m lost in my mind
I stare at my limbs
As they leave me behind
(Something’s not right)

I feel sickly
I feel disoriented
I feel like being grounded
Makes me feel too low

Am I ‘me’
Or someone else?
There’s a fungus
Controlling my brain cells!

Take a bite
Clenched on tight
Onto my dear life
I could’ve stopped it
Before I tried
I seize and I freeze
Without a fair fight

I feel sickly
I feel disoriented
I feel nothing
I feel like being grounded
Never hurt at all

• Alternative
• Jaguar Glass
• alternative rock
• ant
• indie rock
• psychedelic rock
• shoegaze
• zombie
• zombie ants
• Atlanta