Writhe
written by: Jak Locke

from Prismatic Static (2002 April 29) (2:26)
There's no reason why
Moon shining
A killer's smile remains on my lips
I'm not particular
Euphoric, tearing at my own flesh
As the children squeal with delight
Playing with their own scissors
And cutting each other's eyelids off
To stare at the sun with no hope of betrayal
Sliding, sliding as I put on my shades

I writhe, oh baby I writhe
I writhe
I'm a snake cut straight from Medusa's head
I'm a snake I bet you wish I was dead
I'm a snake that tells you to eat the apple
Cuz you cut me and I spawn
I spawn anew

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