What's coming threw is alive.
what's holding up i s mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake,
looking to turn this piss to wine.
they're both totally void of hate.
Killing me just the same.
The snake behind me hisses
what my damage could have been.
my blood before for me begs me
open up my heart again.
And i feel this coming over like a storm again.
considerately.
Venomous voice, tempts me,
drains me, bleeds me,
leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses
what my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
open up my heart again.
And i feel this coming over like a storm again.
I am too connected to you to
slip away, fade away.
Days away i still fell you
Touching me, changing me,
and consideratly killing me.
Without the skin,
beneath the storm,
under these tears
the walls come down.
And the snake is drowned and
as i look in his eyes
my fear begins to fade
recalling all of those times.
i could have cried then.
i should have cried then.
And as the walls come down
and as i look in his eyes
my fear begins to fade
recalling all of those times
i have died
and i will die.
it's alright
i dont mind.
I am too connected to you to
slip away, fade away.
days away i still feel you,
touching me, changing me.
And consideratly killing me
