backing in to the corner

meat in the teeth of the gator

nothing soothes me, my soul is a crator

my chest hurts deep

heart between his swampy teeth

and when i start to bleed

im proud to feed the trees

backing in to the corner

meat in the teeth of the gator

this is the punishment i deserve from my creator

this is what i sowed this is what i reap

he pulls me underneath

where the wet roots started from seeds

in the belly of the swap

in the belly of the gator

im glad to see mother nature

i proud of what i gave her