In Your House - Lower Dens

Are you dreading all of your fascination?

To this snake swimming in snow on television

Does he have a right to everything in sight

Is all that we have left to us division

Now everybody wants to close the curtains

But he’s already in your house and hunting

Stupid from the shock and curled up in his claws

He’s licking your blood, laughing in the mirror

You are heavy and you carry the weight of living

That’s what beauty is

And when they game your bitterness

That’s the silver mine they’re looting

Don’t you go and give them your reflection