In Your House

Are you dreading all of your fascination?
To this snake swimming in snow on television
Does he have a right to everything in sight
Is all that we have left to us division
Now everybody wants to close the curtains
But he’s already in your house and hunting
Stupid from the shock and curled up in his claws
He’s licking your blood, laughing in the mirror
You are heavy and you carry the weight of living
That’s what beauty is
And when they game your bitterness
That’s the silver mine they’re looting
Don’t you go and give them your reflection