My lungs, they hurt and I'm tired to shout
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
