Lyrics:

Fair-weather thoughts are heavier now, as actions grow unhindered
Mice and snakes live together, I’ve found, though it’s hard to tell the difference
I can’t explain what is the cause, confusion generates a pause
There is a monster in the closet of my heart

I am standing on the brink of a lie: that I think I can survive,
That I can be, that I can thrive; but I am still a catastrophe

Worms still seek the moisture, the heat waits for more repressing
But predators don’t want closure as long as weather keeps them guessing
I thought myself once young and wise; now still yet young, but with no eyes
It seems to live a wormless life I have to die

I’m running from the deepest part of me
But violence floods my every capillary, streaming to eternity, screaming for security