When I meditate there’s a cosmic snake trying to eat my happiness.
When I meditate there’s a cosmic snake trying to eat my happiness.

It tries to distill and filter my happiness
It wants to fill it’s venom in my happiness
It’s gotta try and dry up all my happiness

The snake is everything I’m afraid of
It’s fangs are the anxiety of today
his body is the timeline of the times my family and friends done lied to me
the hissing is the pessimism that my ego wishes it could just ignore.

Fight the snake
Fight the snake
Fight the snake
Fight the snake
Fight the snake
Fight the snake

He’s green like the pride I never have
It’s eyes are red cause it’s always mad at the cheaters getting ahead
He wraps around my heart every now and then
but I repeat this mantra again and again.  

Fight the snake
Fight the snake
Fight the snake
When I meditate I fight the snake

He's cold...
and made of steel.
Trying to keep my head out of the clouds
so I'll never feel the serotonin omen of a good day again.  

That's why I fight the snake
fight the snake,
fight the snake.
When I meditate I fight the snake
and it all just turns out fine.