My lungs, they hurt and I'm tired to shove the things I'm thinking too much about I know they bite the conscience hard when the music stops and I turn off the lights waiting for me, waiting close, ready to get me and I know the cause I'm watching them dance their ballet and all that I know
is their teeth do hurt when they bite my throat and it makes nothing easier closer and closer, they're getting here I'm waiting for them when I've never wanted but the snakes, they entered my home