Life Under the Swatter

This is mosquito control
I'm on the stinging end your tounge is spilling pins a vector of the secret disease your voice like a rusted plane in a rusted sky your beak pierces me in the back of my neck your skin erupts my skin into a rash this is mosquito control
I'm on the stinging end
I'm on the stinging end
Mosquito control life under the swatter (never turn your back, never close your eyes)
Pulling wings tight strip to paralyze mosquito control breed in stagnant warmth
Mating of the swarm mating of the filth (blodd for breeds dripping poisoned mouths)
Thin the swarm population controlling stingers suck you sry digging needle deep
Leaving poison itch digging mosquito control population control exterminate the swarm on wings and needles
Suck me dry
Bleed me dry