pfff.. achterlijke titel *hihi*

en kgeloof dat ik er nog wel wat aan moet sleutelen, want het loopt niet echt goed
Ants in the Picknick-basket
Small things can swell
To huge proportions
Things you couldn't have forseen
Wish me luck
I'm going to battle
But I don't have an anti-dote
Problems you can't fix
Exterminate these bugs
Pains you can not heal
And
Illusions you can't break
I choke on my food
Obstacles with little feet
Go wherever they'd like to
Hold my hand
I'm going to kill them somehow
While I don't have an anti-dote
Problems you can't fix
Exterminate these bugs
Pains you can not heal
And
Illusions you can't break
Some of us stay real
Even though only barely alive
Who are you to judge
The honesty of my feelings
I don't know what, why or how
But I know this
It fucking hurts
Problems you can't fix
Exterminate these bugs
Pains you can not heal
And
Illusions you can't break
Little bastards
Get away..