H.

What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake, it is,
Looking to turn my piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate, and,
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,
And 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, now.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again, now...

I am too connected to you to slip away, fade away.
Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me and considerately killing me.
Considerately killing me.
Considerately killing me.
Considerately killing me.

Without the skin here,
Beneath the storm.
Under these tears now,
The walls came down.

Once the snake is drowned and as I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade,
Recalling all of the 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 alright.

I don't mind.
I don't mind.
I don't mind.

I am too connected to you to slip away, fade away.
Days away I still feel you touching me, changing me and considerately killing me.
Considerately killing me, yeah.
Considerately killing me.