Snakes & Sacred Lips.

[rewiiired]

Strip the human skin again
to satisfy the beast beneath
who's screaming for recognition
who's itching for release.

And if I feed you will you shut up?
If I release you, will you just fucking
leave me the hell alone and go away?

I can't believe I've sunk this low.
Can't believe you've brought me down to this.
You plague my days, disrupting my thoughts,
steadily driving me insane again, you are the
serpent hungry for the lips you hold sacred.

Must we worship that space as a god?
Why is it so sacred, the holiest of holes?

And if I scratch the itch tomorrow
when she comes over, with her
lips hungry for a serpent's arrival,
looking to relieve her own tensions,
will you go away, then?

If I fuck, will you fuck off?

And think: when she opens her legs
does subject turn to object?
And think: can we relieve the animal
and leave behind the human?

Energy could be invested in so many
higher places, even if I could keep you
locked up till I've found another girl
I really want to be with,

but you've got to
drag me down, you've
got to bring me
down to this.

This snake at the base of my spine
could rise to my brain, why do
you run me blind?

Why do you run me blind?