Homeostasis - Nostalghia

A tiny moth\nWrapped in lungs\nGot my armor\nAnd I got my gun\nI told you not to call me hun\nShe floats so soft\nInside his web\nMy spider lover\nHis useless head\nI told you not to touch my bed\nI’m changing, I’m spinning\nUh, morphogenic\nI’m webbing I’m morphing\nUh, morphogenic\nI’m hungry, I’m thirsty\nUh, morphogenic\nI’m tired, I’m wasting\nUh, morphogenic\nI stumble from\nThis empty room\nYou blow my brains\nI’ll blow my cool\nYou know I can’t play by the rules\nI feel so cold\nThe sweetest stare\nMy wool filled eyes\nYour hollow care\nA tiny game of truth or dare