They're all walking down the strait,
they're swirling 'round, they disobey.
They all cheat, and all betray,
some of them die, some of them stay

and everywhere I see the flies.

They all laugh between the sighs,
some have their lows, some have their highs,
some of it truth, most of it lies,
some of it stays, most of it dies.

I can't deny I love the flies.

Some are feeding, some are fed
some of them lead, some are led
some are broken, some are whole
some by body, some by soul

those tiny weeping hopeless flies

Some are cautious, some are bold
a few are warming, most are cold
some are living, most are dying
by reckless laughs and tearless crying

my heart is eaten by the flies

They're all awake, they're all a dream,
some selfhateful, selfesteemed
some forgotten, some are seen,
some are cursed, some redeemed,

and I am sick of all the flies.