What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
looking to turn my piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate,
but killing me just the saaame {now?}.
The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have.
My blood before me begs me open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again {now?}.
Considerately.

Venomous voice,
tempts me,
drains me,
bleeds me,
leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravityyyyyyyy.

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 {now?}. 2x)

I am too, connected to you
to slip away,
to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
touching me,
changing me,
and (considerately killing me. 4x)

Without the skin here,
beneath the storm,
under these tears now,
the walls came down.
As the snake is drowned
and as I look in his eyes,
my fear begins to fade
recalling all of the times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.

And as the walls come down
and as I look in your eyes
my fear begins to fade
recalling all of the times
I have died,
and will die.
It's all right.
(I don't mind. 2x)
I dont' minnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd!

I am too connected to you
to slip away,
to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
touching me,
changing me,
and (considerately killing me. 3x)