These Arms Are Snakes - Abracadabraca lyrics

Riding midnight rails on a self esteemed engine Tapping hopelessly on plastic keys A bottle of friendly next to me And it never gets done, it never gets done The midnight oil tapped clear Lobotomy in action Hitting walls at the turn of my head It's a quail's call echoing in the head The fingers move small emotion Like ligaments strung out, taught like string The fingers move small emotion Like ligaments strung out, taught like string Limp like dead fish Trying to find water to breathe Overworn and confused Reaching in air for words I'd hoped to appear Was put in the system last night, smelling up the skin It's open like deep skies I need lift in my head, hours in a day I want to hide behind the dresses of women I've never met I need lift in my head, I need more hours in a day It works well this way This machine like function Eyes swollen half shut It works well this way Looking into walls Fishing for humans in a moat It never gets done With this it never gets done It's open like deep skies It's open like deep skies Falling on pillars of demon gods Falling on pillars of demon gods Sometimes the hand just falls on the book of god Clenching your teeth hoping he'd finally give a nod Save me, please Save me, please