[bad word] through is alive. 
What's holding up is a mirror. 
But what's singing songs is a snake 
Looking to turn this [bad word] to wine. 

They're both totally void of hate, 
But 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 [bad word] over like a storm again. 
Considerately. 

Venomous voice, tempts me, 
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 [bad word] over like a storm again. 

I am too connected to you to 
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you 
Touching me, changing me, 
And considerately killing me. 

Without the skin, 
Beneath the storm, 
Under these tears 
The walls came down. 

And the snake is drowned and 
As I look in his eyes, 
My fear begins to fade 
Recalling all of those times. 

I could have cried then. 
I should have cried then. 

And as the [bad word] down and 
As I look in your eyes 
My fear begins to fade 
Recalling all of the times 
I have died 
and will die. 
It's all right. 
I don't mind. 

I am too connected to you to 
Slip away, to fade away. 
Days away I still feel you 
Touching me, changing me, 

And considerately killing me.