Turning off is easier said than done I can't sleep my jaw aches From not having any fun We're itching and bitching About the places we've been stung Back hands and feet A whole back row of teeth I tripped on the hot sand And I fell out to the reef Felt bad about contact Cause it does the same to me Yes I am running as fast as I can Towards a stunning and imperfect plan Of being someone who bites heads off of snakes To take his foot off the brakes Turning back Each time we attack Threw my arms up in disgust After tearing off my mask The mute keeps disappearing And he's teaming up with hacks Yes I am running As fast as I can You start the drumming And I'll call the band We got just one shot Before the mistress awakes From her deep slumber with snakes Yes I am running as fast as I can Towards a stunning and imperfect plan Of being someone who bites heads off of snakes To take his foot off the brakes