These Arms Are Snakes

Conceptive city soon to contract and birth a child of its own rats.
And I was waiting. Ive been waiting long enough to eat this town.
What was found on the wall was writtren by a third grader and read "I was found like molten rats in your city unkept. In your city I wept."
Now this takes us to well groomed children cross legged groping at braille trying to read their creators name.
In fevor and panic wanting to go home in the mini van and good smells.
In tamdem with mom, tranquilized in defense.
All your mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers head for the hills overlooking building of banks and telephones operations.
It was then they saw the born purpose.
To eat the sweeping of its forefathers thoughtfullness.
To eat the bygones unwanted.
To spread disease in sects of three.
1-2-3.
All in all theres nothing for your heirs.
Streets leaked with sewage for the mind.
I was waiting long enough to take this town.
[ Mescaline Eyes Lyrics ]