Homeostasis - Nostalghia

Written by：Ciscandra Nostalghia/Roy Gnan

A tiny moth

Wrapped in lungs

Got my armor

And I got my gun

I told you not to call me hun

To call me hun

She floats so soft

Inside his web

My spider lover

His useless head

I told you not to touch my bed

To touch my bed

I'm changing I'm spinning

Uh morphogenic

I'm webbing I'm morphing

Uh morphogenic

I'm hungry I'm thirsty

Uh morphogenic

I'm tired I'm wasting

Uh morphogenic

I stumble from

This empty room

You blow my brains

I'll blow my cool

You know I can't play by the rules

Play by the rules

I feel so cold

The sweetest stare

My wool filled eyes

Your hollow care

A tiny game of truth or dare

Of truth or dare

I'm changing I'm spinning

Uh morphogenic

I'm webbing I'm morphing

Uh morphogenic

I'm hungry I'm thirsty

Uh morphogenic

I'm tired I'm wasting

Uh morphogenic

I'm changing I'm spinning

Uh morphogenic

I'm webbing I'm morphing

Uh morphogenic

I'm hungry I'm thirsty

Uh morphogenic

I'm tired I'm wasting

Uh morphogenic