An Ant (My Head)

City lights blind me So i don't open my eyes And I'm a bloody ant that quickly runs From birth till its end I do the special job in special team the best way I know Somebody's treading on me, moving, squeezing, shoving me And all the roads are already ready for me A lot of voices do decree what will be safer for me All this reminds me of the tunnel life with fake narrow neck Which tries to strangle me inside my head a heap (of) dirty hands They all around me like in co-sleep, stick to forced script repeats Cannot unstuck of screens and bottles, wanting life full of freebies I see officiary factories flatteries quackery knick-knackery It's time to shake up until we're bogged down in this flackery I know the roads (are) still ready ready for me As all this voices know the best that 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 dud, move off your hands, go to your big dirty hole 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