I have a big secret out of a shroud prison,
this big horrible mess.
I'm covered in mud and bile,
inching towards the ground,
arms outstretched,
releasing my confession:
I am a snake,
I let my children, let my children go to fend for themselves.
De-scale me,
leave me naked on the cutting board floor.
I have a big secret out of a shroud prison,
this big horrible mess.
Hung to try in motherland sun tinted humidity,
releasing my confession:
I am a snake,
I let my children, let my children go to fend for themselves.
(We are the swamps)
Our lives are swamps,
We are the swamp.
Can you take it?
Can't you just get rid of it all?
I am a snake,
I let my children, let them go.
