Snakebite

I put my focus on destruction

it's something to see

an exclamation mark

tracing dark parts of me

channel my anger

should I stay or should I leave?

the grass is greener if the blades are painted green

and I only hiss when I'm provoked

boa constrictor wrap you slow

slither around you to your throat

be still, don't choke

 

see the stars

count the scars

got 'em right on my face

got 'em right on my face

I live in apathy a fearless fight or fight mode

my sense of freeze or flight was lost the night my blood froze

wink in the moments of trouble

sing in the presence of stress

don't have a chip on my shoulder

don't have a heart in my chest

and I only hiss when I'm provoked

boa constrictor wrap you slow

slither around you to your throat

be still, don't choke

 

see the stars

count the scars

got 'em right on my face

got 'em right on my face

 

see the stars

count the scars

see the stars

I got 'em right on my face