ITT type every single thing that immediately comes into your mind

[1844 or Something]

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What's coming through is alive
What's holding up is a mirror
But what's singing songs is a snake, it is
Looking to turn my piss to wine
They're both totally void of hate
And killing me just the same
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again
And I feel this coming over like a storm again
Considerately
Venomous voice, tempts me
And drains me, bleeds me
Leaves me cracked and empty
Drags me down like some sweet gravity
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again
And I feel this coming over like a storm again, now
And I feel this coming over like a storm again, now