Homeostasis

A tiny moth wrapped in lungs I got my armor and I got my gun I told you not 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 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 and I'll blow my cool You know I can't 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 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