No, it's not so easy.
if it were I would have
called you back already.
okay?

Spiders all around me,
Crawling everywhere.
Spiders all above me,
Hanging in the air.

Worms are in my body,
Killing me from inside.
Worms are biting at my flesh,
Eating me alive.

Nobody’s there to save me.
They can’t see a thing.
I don’t want help from Nobody.
Nobody lies within.

Trembling and scratching,
With spiders in my hair.
The worms have finished eating.
Only the bones are left here.

Now my ghost remains
Outside my hollowed husk.
But I no longer tremble.
The day has turned to dusk.

At night Nobody’s there again,
This time a welcome guest.
They come to claim what Nobody deserves.
Indeed, I’ve lost their bet.

I am calm through the night,
With Nobody there to hold me.
With dawn, my world repeats, again,
The same unrelenting story:

Spiders, Worms, Nobody, Nobody
Spiders, Worms, Nobody, Nobody
Spiders, Worms, Nobody, Nobody
Spiders, Worms, Nobody, Nobody

What if, One evening I left this world
At the same time my soul left my body?
Who would be there to say goodbye?
Spiders? Worms? Nobody? Nobody.

A witch and a ginger, destined for hell
We are bathed in flames, but all is well
For what could be better than the friendship of two?
To speak and to think with
To forget summer blues

There’s color all around me;
I feel it on my skin.
But no one else can see it.
My color blooms within.

I want to speak my colors
But I have no mouth.
I  want to see my face
But my body’s inside out.

You never see my skin;
My blood and bones hide it.
Wings and snakes and flowers,
They're all that you can get.

My color blooms within,
But I’ve shared it with you.
I’ve given my reds and yellows
To the rest of the world's blues.

I am the puritan god
That dangles the puritan cross
Above their heads where they stand
At the pulpit of the ******

My brothers mouth gapes open
Chords rumble sweet honey
Shed your fear to dive in
Dawn your habit of sin

O words you have mistaken
Poor words you have forsaken
Clear as day you have created
The hand of an angry god

Stuck
Slithering on the ground,
Confined to Earth’s grip.

God’s hand took from me
My freedom,
my will,
my legs.

It is not my fault.
It is human curiosity,
And now I pay for it.

It is not my fault.
It was the devil inside me,
And now my children pay for it.

Salvation is not meant for serpents,
And so I am trapped.
Slinking and sneaking,
Stuck in this legless body.