These Arms Are Snakes все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

When the sun came up on the small block of the city
We needed to find somewhere to drink
Through five days of working and two left to our person
We all needed sometime to breathe

So use your body as the engine
For your weekend
This is no time to sleep

The mechanics of the machine are hard to desribe
in a word or a sentence, it takes a life time.
Trust me I ain't got one left to live
or give to explain the ways of how it works,
the gears the jerks,
the grinds the lines, the things that take time.
This is one of those things that take time.
Words couldn't make up a lie this big.

I've drank from the neck of gods most beautiful creation.
I've stared in the darkness of her ever shutting doors.
Your old scares you open.
I'm telling you to leave them alone.
Digging around in the opening you still find nothing new.
There isn't anymore blood running to that part of your arm.
Like a composition doll we will glue you.
All you felt, everything you felt.

Never mind the marrow of the program.
The bone was meant to be viewed from a distance.
And if I bite my cheeks long enough I figure I could eat right through the skin.
So breathe slow and gnaw on.
And while you suck on your pills for your composure.
It's like a light just burned out in your head.
Then while it nests in your vertebrae I'm like an epidermalharvesting.
So breathe slow then stop.