Insecticide

Got these bugs on me
Bugs in my mind that feed
Feed on my soul to which I live
Live for tomorrow and eat yours today
I need my insecticide
To kill the itching pain
I need my tongue to lie
To hide you from my rain
Crawling, scrathing, burning
Keep away from me
I need you to want me
And infect my diseased blood
Crawl on me
Eat my inside
So I can fill my veins
And learn to die