Snakes To Dust

Hello trip what you got there
It’s magic

You believe in fairytales
I can’t hear you’re voice from here

Darling close the door or the flowers will dry up
Suffer the fainter
It’s time to go back now before it’s too late

You believe in fairytales
You hold onto what’s not real

Darling close the door or the flowers will dry up
Suffer the fainter
It’s been shaken and she can’t hear you

It’s too late
You have been beaten
Like snakes to dust

You believe in fairytales
You believe in what’s not real

Because what you know is really obvious at this point
Shuffling at your heels and biting like a dog

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