Whipsnake

How long should I wait How far should I go With every word that I speak I feel like my tongue is getting swallowed Why is that I'm counting The bathroom tiles as I'm panting Feels like a python has been diving down my throat so deep Poe didn't lie when he past said The thought of what sweet must there rest dead And I know it's sick It's aching and body eating, crippling When it leaves me lost and mislead Oh, Is it mother and sons? Or Is it feather and dust? But I keep crawling back to the voices that tell me That I ain't just tryin enough Oh, Is it ashes or guns? Are they bullets that rust? When my thighs are a whipsnake You couldn't tell if these are patterns Or hard blade knife cuts Day and night Night and day feel the burn in my veins Losing sleep, not for long Easy access to my bones But if I burn my soul alive Atleast I'll burn a thousand times Turning all my worries black Atleast I won't feel attacked Poe didn't lie when he past said The thought of what sweet must there rest dead And I know it's sick, it's aching and body eating, crippling When it leaves me lost and mislead Oh, Is it mother and sons? Or Is it feather and dust? But I keep crawling back to the voices That tell me that I ain't just tryin enough Oh, Is it ashes or guns? Are they bullets that rust? When my thighs are a whipsnake You couldn't tell if these are patterns Or hard blade knife cuts Oh, Is it mother and sons? Or Is it feather and dust? But I keep crawling back to the voices That tell me that I ain't just tryin enough