An Ant (My Head)

City lights blind me so I don't open my Eyes. And I'm a bloody and I quickly run From birth till its end. I do the special job, a special team, The best way I know. Somebody's treating on me, moving, Squeezing, showing me. And all the roads already ready for me. A lot of voices do decree what will be Safer for me. All this reminds me the tunnel light with thick Net on it. Which tries to strangle me inside My head by a dirty end. They all around me like in cold lipstick to Force creepy peace. Can understand how screens and bottles want a life Full of freebies. See a fishery factory splatter, Quackery, knick-knackery. It's time to shake off until we pop down In this. I know the road's still ready, Ready for me. As all these voices know the best will be Better for me. And now I've learned the rules by heart that You don't want me to know. Pick up your dog, move off your hands, Go back to your dirty home. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. My head. Get out of my head. My head. My head. Get out of my head. Get out of my head. My head. head.