Comfort in inconsolability
Conscious, but wanting sleep.
I don’t even hate you.
Even though I know I could.
Why did I fill the gaps in your affection?
Where did I let this get unfair?
You can take your kind words and leave,
While I wonder, how does it taste?
To kiss the tongue of the snake.
Do you feel sick when you look in the mirror?
From the vitriol you can’t even spit from between your own teeth.
You just can’t bring yourself to bury this,
I remember the sense of abandonment.
I feel like a son of a bitch writing it,
But it was me that broke.
You said love was in the air,
Breathe instead of choke.
I can take all of my words and leave,
You of all people should know, I hate the taste?
When I kiss the tongue of the snake.
Do you feel sick when you look in the mirror?
From the vitriol you can’t even spit from between your own teeth.
(The tongue of the snake)
credits
from Death Throes,
released November 8, 2019
Words and Music by Sasha Zukewich, Tayler Button, Grant Mathews, Cohen Peratt.
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024