I'm a white snake
moving against autumn leaves
all of the trauma in the world couldn't keep me down
and I'm gonna fly away

The wet leaves surround me with nature's scent
and the dirt fills my mouth with the gritty taste of life
I love this planet, all that's left of it
when I'm with no one but myself, when I can scream without an audience
I can finally feel free

Free from the stress
anxiety attacks that no animal needs
fear in the form of spontaneous combustion
frustration which leads to-
anger which leads to-
pain
are only shadows on my scales

Surrounded by synthetics, I'm just a worm doomed to crawl on my belly
when I'm a white snake
moving against black asphalt
and I'm not all alone, but in the bad way
the tar stains my skin

But when I return to those autumn leaves, I can wipe away that tar
and I can feel like I'm free again
and all of the trauma in the world couldn't keep me down
and I am all alone, but in the good way
it feels like my scales will throw off their shadows
and turn into feathers
it feels like my bones will break apart
and shape into wings
and I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fly
I'm gonna fly away

I'll be a white hawk
moving against the clear, clear blue sky
and the wind will wipe away
the frustration which led to-
the anger which led to-
the pain
and no trauma in the world ever even had a ******* hold on me