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 you back, never close your eyes) Pulling wings tight strip to paralyze mosquito control breed in stagnant warmth Mating of the filth (blood for breeds dripping poisoned mouths) Thin the swarm population controlling stingers suck you dry digging needle deep Leaving poison itch digging mosquito control population exterminate the swarm on wings and needles Suck me dry Bleed me dry