These Arms Are Snakes Mescaline Eyes Lyrics

Conceptive city soon to contract
And birth a child of its own rats
And I've been waiting, oh I've been waiting
Long enough to take this town

And what was found on the walls
Written by a third grader and it read
And I was found like molten rats
In your cities unkept, in your cities I wept

This takes us to well groomed children cross legged
Groping at braille trying to find their creators name
In fervor and panic wanting to go home in mini van and
good smells
In tandem with mom and tranquilized in defense

All your mothers, your fathers, your sisters and brothers
Head to hills overlooking buildings of banks
And telephone operations
It was then they saw the born purpose

To excavate holes and reproduce
And eat the sweepings of
And spread disease in sects of three
One, two and three

And in all there's nothing left
And in all there's nothing left

Chicken feed left for your heirs
Streets leaked with sewage for the mind
And I was waiting, oh I've been waiting
Long enough to take this town

To take this town
All the way down
To take this town