Whats coming through is alive,
Whats holding up is a mirror,
Whats singing songs is a snake,
Looking to turn my 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 done
my blood before me begs me to open up my heart again

and i feel this coming over like a storm again

venomous voice tempts me drains me bleeds me leaves me cracked and empty drags me down like some sweet gravity.

I am too
connected to you
to slip away, fade away
days away i still feel you
touching me, changing me
and considerately killing me