The Host

I guess you've never felt the jab.
Sneaky bite, watch your back.
Once you're pricked it spreads like fire.
I guess you've never realized
something's living inside
Once you're pricked you're feeding the leech.
That blood-sucking roommate might just milk you dry.

Acting as a Trojan horse
fooling your mighty shield.
Only letting you know you're screwed at the very end.
Now you're stabbed in the back.
Twisted knife's burnt your endings.
As a dead-end host, you'll be sucked up 'til the end.

You've tried, I know.
You've tried to clean it on your own.
Still trying, we know.
The game ain't over.
Stand tight, it will do.
Spread to the marrow of your bones.
In vain, you'll fight.
This time game's over.

Beware it moves along real fast.
Sneaky bite, watch your back.
Once you're pricked it spreads like fire.
I think it's time to realize
something's hiding inside.
Once you're pricked you're feeding the leech.
I guess it will eat you to the bone.