Augie March

Becoming Bryn

Augie March


I dreamt I got a snakebite 
Just a dream but upon waking up my head felt light 
My arm felt tight 

Where the serpent struck 
A mark so faintly 
There upon me 
With very little warning the end 

And if you think that I'm becoming the worst I can become 
You've got another thing coming baby 
I've a few tricks up my dirty white sleeve 
Run run run run run 
Run run run run run 

I see that you've got well made hands 
You're well put together 
You smell like apples 
Taste like the sea 
And in your nature 
A full set of vigors 
I have a vision of you ripely 
Hanging from the tree 
Swinging in the orchard breeze 

And though nobody wants a part of the ritual 
You could at least keep me an honest vigil 
And if you see me rising up through the floor 
With unblinking eyes 
Run run run run run 
Run run run run run 

I lie awake tonight 
It's weight upon my chest 
Smell of the well 
Upon the unwell 
Voice from the dark water 
I don't recognise it 

There's a thing that I must do 
A question I should ask 

Who are you, why do you come for me? 
Who are you, why do you come for me? 
Who are you, why do you come for me? 

O nobody wants a part of the ritual 
You could at least keep me an honest vigil 
And if you see me coming out the door 
With a bloody hand 
Run run run run run 
And if you see me rising up through the floor 
With unblinking eyes 
Run run run run run 
Run run run run run 
Run run run run run