The story of King Bug, his end and his beginning. Eventually not even he knows who he is, where he is, or who he's supposed to punish. Another memory comes to Oswald; a woman lost at sea. Fear death by water.

To all of the cowards
Who fight what’s already broken,
Who step on the shards and grind them into dust:
It’s your turn to be dust.

I’m a god
Stuffed in this puny, pickled body.
We’ll chew you and chew you and chew you,
Right through you,
Then spit you out
Of one million mouths.
All these names and all these doors…
You will know me by my first face and the one beneath,
The father, the son and the holy shit,
I’m a god!

I’m a god
Trapped in this circle-world;
I oughta tear apart this pathetic vessel before your very eyes.
And all these people listening,
Who the fuck are you?
I’m King Ozwald,
Who the fuck are you? I’M A GOD.

We made a million maths
To bring him crawling back.
Trapping the bug inside.
Get it out of my mind.
But we’ve released a monster...
All I know
Is he’s got my soul
In his filthy jaws.
How does it feel
To be bugs beneath the grinding of the wheel?

All the kids inside the ground,
Away from sight where can’t be found
Are rising, rising toward the sound
To bring the burning bodies down.

Write him a
Song.
Write him a
Tune...tomb.
Write him a
Song...psalm,
Tune...tomb.

Can’t cover an inch
Of my heart.
You can shovel all the dirt you want
On my grave,
But you all better run,
You’re the one who’s got no sons to save.
You can burn all the bugs you want,
Fight with fire.
Come back around in the sound.
Don’t you know a storyteller is a just a liar?
Because you
Can’t cover an inch
Of my heart.

I’ve been dead,
I’ve been dead before.
I’ve had dreams,
I’ve had dreams like this,
And I know it’s sometimes hard to tell
Just which is which.

How does it feel?
Don’t you feel small?
Well I learned that from you.
I learned that from you.
How does it feel?
Don’t you feel small?
Well I learned that from you.

I’m running out of spacetime
And I’m coming after you.

Feeling ghosty…
You could walk right through me and feel a chill.
I am the bug,
I am everywhere,
I am in the air,
I am on your skin,
I am within.
So swallow the bug, kids!
Swallow the truth.
Don’t look away.
I know it’s hard to see,
But don’t look away from me.
You know how sometimes when you’re all by yourself
You feel like someone is watching?
Like you’re part of something bigger,
Like you’re part of the big story?
Can you feel it?
Are you starting to feel it?

She’s just like me:
No one to stop the fall,
Can’t help but blame you all.
I was too scared:
I ran away from her,
Had no strength to change the world.
I can’t see my face in mirrors
Without staring into the eyes
Of that man from long ago.
How much pain can you take burning you inside
And how many times will we die?
But I
Tried to save her.
I tried.
I tried to save her.
I tried.
But now she’s
Dead.