Snakes - Birds In Row

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