I Am the Cobra

I don't know why
I get lonely all the time, I don't know why
I can't sleep all through the night, I don't know why
Doctor said to take this pill
She heard that you're not feeling well
With 20mg of syrupy sweet, you can finally grab a few hours of sleep

Cadaver! Cadaver! I am the cobra
Peel off my diamondback skin
Cadaver! Cadaver! Blind acupuncturists
Stick me with needles and pins

I don't know why I slip in and out of mind
It's weird that I cannot discern a place or time
I don't know why
Allografts need donor skin
A dozen dead folks pitching in
With damage to the arms, chest, hands and the face
We'll need eighty-seven staples to hold them in place

Cadaver! Cadaver! I am the cobra
Peel off my diamondback skin
Cadaver! Cadaver! Blind acupuncturists
Stick me with needles and pins

We heard your grandmother pry about the car keys yesterday
You might be preoccupied, but did you have something to say?
The OSHA man has grown insistent that you should contact his assistant
We saw your parents put your pictures on the wall
Do you identify with the images at all?
And will you speak now with the lawyers who are advising your employer?

Cadaver, Cadaver, I am the cobra lying in wait for my meal
Cadaver, Cadaver, Man of Vitruvius—come see my layers revealed
Cadaver! Cadaver! I am the cobra
Peel off my diamondback skin
Cadaver! Cadaver! Blind acupuncturists
Stick me with needles and pins



Credits
Writer(s): Mitch Allen
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