In a lone, a coma dream, a conjuring decides

Is it ill-intended or a twisted paradise?

Dear anaconda with the spirals up the wind

Hold me forever like an ornamental crime

In a lone, a coma dream, a conjuring decides

Between a comic tapered knife

Dear anaconda with the spirals up the wind

Hold me forever like an ornamental crime

Dear anaconda with the spirals up the wind

Hold me forever like an ornamental crime

Dear anaconda, we're just shapes amongst the tide