Slaves

Do you feel me in the pupil of your eye Cause I can feel that you're getting tired Why don't you lie down, it's time the wires get wound Don't mind the painting splattered on every wall Sex with every last fickle-faced snake Swirls all the way down my waist Let the bugs circle around my shape Do you feel me in the pupil of your eye Cause I can feel that you're getting tired Why don't you lie down, it's time the wires get wound Don't mind the painting splattered on every wall Said I'd try but I know I never would Sing to the garden and fade into the woods To celebrate the cold day I was born I'll dig myself into the floor