Artist: These Arms Are Snakes
Song: Your Pearly Whites

The family blood it runs through me
This oil in water
My family blood cut through me
Clear like teeth made of sauter

My childhood passed through me
Smooth like the throat meeting water
A dental sighs, son, we're going to have to
Take your last good set of teeth

Someone once said
Why do you try to speak
When you don't have a mouth

You could have been fine
You could have made it
You could licked the lips of god
But you chose the pavement

Just lay there with your mouth wired shut
You went too far out on a limb, you fell, and you fell
You know your track record shows that it's full of holes
So the next time you try to open your mouth, just don't, just don't

Why do you let them
Count your teeth while you sleep
When they will take a few
And parade them around like they know you

I want to be able to stick my fist in your mouth
And feel all thirty two
You look so beautiful with a full set of teeth
And a great mouth to chew

I know I lose track of you sometimes
I lose track of myself sometimes
I lose track of my grammar sometimes
It's dot, dot, dot, dot

I know I lose track of you sometimes
I lose track of myself sometimes
I lose track of my grammar sometimes
It's dot, dot, dot

You know I try things six times
One is for every shot
How many triggers do we got left in the chamber
What's to remember

Lost family
Lost friends
Loose ends

The years loop themselves
And run over and over again
You need to buy a piece of this land now, boy
It's running out quick

I'd take this I guess over the other one
The sun sets on all the things
That I should have done
They acted too quick

Some things need to remain still
It's that you shouldn't, you couldn't
It could weigh down your eyes

As all these walls start to sing
You know you shouldn't, you couldn't
And then the gums start to bleed

Don't drink from this fountain
You are liable to drown
And I might ask this once or twice

As all these walls start to sing
You know you shouldn't, you couldn't
And then the gums start to bleed

And I might ask this once or twice
And I might ask this once or twice

What is this
This, my gaping mound of wires
My flapping speakerbox
Human connection of disconnection

Why exist
Why take the risk
Another day brings you
Closer to your last hour

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