The Snake

Tick tock tick tock

It's a race against the clock

I hate to say you've already lost.

No restarts, sweetheart 

Too late to tell you to be smart 

Less time to accomplish is the cost.

Who's evil voice is inside your head

Filling you so full, of both doubt and dread?

Why does it break you, and smite you out?

It's just a whisper can't you see that you're a SHOUT!

The painter, the painter 

He paints his heart and faints there

Of such things have any ever heard?

The painter, the painter 

He paints his heart because the pains there 

Could never faint because the pain already occurred.

So am i a painter or just the art is what the choice is

Language on the canvas spoken by the voices 

A simple brushstroke from the artist turned to fire 

A fire given to man, man didn't ask for and God didn't desire! 

So the picture, the picture 

Why's it try to whisper

To the artist that he's creating too much pain?

So dismiss ur, dismiss ur

Audacious little whisper 

For I'm the liver of this life my well meaning brain.