i am stretched on your grave
what's coming through is alive
what's holding up is a mirror
what's singing songs is a snake
looking to turn my piss to wine...
they're both totally void of hate,
but killing me just the same
the snake behind me hisses
what my damage could have been,
my blood before me begs me,
open up my heart again
and I feel this coming over like a storm again
considerately...
venomous voice, tempts me
drains me, bleeds me
leaves me cracked and empty
drags me down like some sweet gravity...
the snake behind me hisses
what my damage could have been
my blood before me begs me
open up my heart again
and I feel this coming over like a storm again,
i feel this coming over like a storm again...
i am too connected to you
to slip away, to fade away
days away I still feel you
touching me, changing me
and considerately killing me...
and considerately killing me...
without the skin
beneath the storm
under these tears
the walls came down
as the snake is drowned
as I look in his eyes
my fear begins to fade
recalling all of those times
I could have cried then,
I should have cried then...
as the walls come down and
as I look in your eyes
my fear begins to fade
recalling all of the times
I have died,
And will die,
It's all right,
I don't mind...
I don't mind!