The Snakes

Dust my feathers, dusting from my sleeve I breathed it all Mourn like matter, I marveled at the meek I've seen them all Got one and I want them all Maybe I should stop burning a bigger hole In my head Every time I wake, I make the same mistake I wait in bed Drank one and I'll drink them all Caught in disbelief I caught a catfish at the creek I'll eat it all Break that bone, a brittle hue of brown I found them all Caught one and I've caught them all The snakes in the river