Inkmouth

snake spit

he's gone and gone and thrown away

in panic and sick intestine soup

and useless snake bites in my eyes

and everything broken going to lose

going to panic going to fail

fail fall fall fail

lose lose crash inside

like the snake teeth died

and the car in my mind

drives for the last time

and i cannot cope

and i'm crashing the boat

and the chair is steel

and the fear isn't real

and i'm gone i'm gone i'm fucking gone

I cannot breathe I can barely see

the snake the snake

the snake teeth died

and the car in my mind

is crashing my head

and the chair is lead

and it can't be fate

because i can escape

but how do i leave

removing the grief

and the crashing rain

the car will complain

and the snake in my mind

and the car teeth died

and the chair is lead

and it can't be fate

because i can escape

but how to escape

how do you break fate?