my naym is snek
my body long
my hed is smol
but jaw is stronk

and when it time
to get me fed
i open wide
i monch the bred

There's a ghost in my lungs and it sighs in my sleep
Wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks
Then it walks, then it walks with my legs
To fall, to fall, to fall at your feet

Like a tidal wave, we'll make a mess
Calm waters, if that serves you best
I will love you without any strings attached

Через сотни ночей к последнемy yтpy тянyсь.
Hе зови меня. Я и без зова явлюсь.

When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her