DESCRIPTION:
The human snakes
Slither on and on
The traffic
Is real
And endless

It burns, right down to the bones
Hardens the skin
Bends the spine
A labyrinth of aches
Symptoms of man's disease

The unsung lullabies of sweet sixteens
Haunts our sleep

Ashes rise from where once was flesh

Don't look at me, I was once someone real

Now lost in the vortex, spiraling down
The human traffic

They fall
One by one
A field of wilted teens
Shaped by the acid tongues
Drowned in the dunes
In no-mans'-land

A plea for rain
Wash away the empire of man
Let us drift upon the scorching earth
And lay our heads down
Down

Ashes rise from where once was flesh

Don't look at me, I was once someone real

Now lost in the vortex, spiraling down

The human traffic

Snake-eyes

Nowhere to hide from the snake-eyes

Shredding hard through the core
Drilling right down to the bones
Incinerating the skin and nerves
Haunting our sleepless nights

Snake-eyes

The unsung lullabies of bitter sixteens
Plea to dose off
To cleanse the senses
Shed the body
To never feel a thing
Lay our heads down through the traffic

Our nights are real
And endless
We have no moon,
No sun

Only snake-eyes


Nowhere to hide from the snake-eyes