Snakes

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