I have heard about this About walking into rooms And flooring covered with snakeskins Oh snakesins how i wanna crawl back in To them like sleeping bags And i need things like i need paper thin fins How i envy the herrings Always on their way In easy flashes Tiny lightnings Glinting Like sparks when wolves Strike flint While i feel like i am swimming through stone So i'll hold my brain out of the water As i swim my remains back to him Cause the last thing that i need is a wet brain During the hurricane So i'll rest my weary head Between the eagrets beak So i can hear you sing The salmon eggs to sleep With the songs of the wild I thought the coast was clear I thought the coast was clear But i'm wading through dead skeeters Through wriggling larva Through blood suckers And i've never sucked blood before this And i've never sucked blood before this I've never sucked blood before this And i knew better But i walked right in again And there is that floor all covered With owl pellets I examine the tiny bits In wonder and decay All mystified At the little skeletal Glories I wonder what went on in the rabbits hole And how these tiny things cannot seem to escape Until we are left with snakeskin And matted fur Hair thin Oh hair thin Bones.