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 - great
 - progressive
 - psychedelic
 
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Weatherbox - Snakes, Our Ground lyrics
I cannot think of anything to think about
 I search the folds of my brain
 I stretch myself towards my destination
 We ate roots and sat
 I traced pitter-patterns in the grass
 See where the wind blows me
 See where the earth throws me
 See where the fire draws me
 See where the water calls me
 We ate roots and sat
 I traced pitter-patterns in the grass
 We ate roots and sat
 Beneath the tree-twists and the gas
 You watched me go insane
 (They chased me down, they ate my insides out)Weatherbox - Snakes, Our Ground - http://motolyrics.com/weatherbox/snakes-our-ground-lyrics.html
 And you loved me just the same
 And only I can tame
 (They are burying me now, there is dirt in/on/about/around my dead mouth)
 The growing beasts in my brain
 Is this normal? 
 Where does this animal begin? 
 Is this normal? 
 What's this running through my skin? 
 We ate roots and sat
 I traced pitter-patterns in the grass
 We ate roots and sat
 Beneath the tree-twists and the gas
 I melted and
 Watched your mouth moving















