Snakes, Our Ground - Weatherbox
I cannot think of anything
To think about
I search the folds
Of my brain
I stretch myself towards my destination
We ate roots and sat
I traced pitter patterns in the grass
See where the wind blows me
See where the earth throws me
See where the fire draws me
See where the water calls me
We ate roots and sat
I traced pitter patterns in the grass
We ate roots and sat
Beneath the tree twists and the gas
You watched me
You watched me
Go insane
Ate my insides out
And you loved me just the same
Ate my insides out
And only only I can tame
There is dirt in my dead mouth
The growing beasts in my brain
There is dirt in my dead mouth
Is this normal
Where does this animal begin
Is this normal
What's this running through my skin
We ate roots and sat
I traced pitter patterns in the grass
We ate roots and sat
Beneath the tree twists and the gas
I melted and
Watched your mouth moving
