Snake

(Hums)

Slithering through the tall grass,

Eyes smirking at the forecast.

It wraps its body round your toes,

It’s first contact with a human soul.

The mind of a hunter ,

The teeth of a monster,

It stretches out as it slides by,

It’s shape shifting form, its alibi.

The hiss of poison, spitting lies,

Soon you’re infected, truth then dies.

See its fangs and,

Back down slowly.

Hear it hiss and,

Let in keep controlling,

Your every thought and, the beating of your heart.

It’s serpentine tongue twists as its body morphs and shifts.

You wish for it to end this,

But the taste of your blood is next on its to do list.

It whispers all your flaws and,

Makes nice with your darkest thoughts,

It’s lies are twisting you into a thousand different ways to lose,

It gives you the option to choose,

It’s manipulation skills to keep you on its side.

It allows you the honour to decide,

Which coaster you’d like to ride,

Which way you’d like to die.

See its fangs and,

Back down slowly.

Hear it hiss and,

Keep controlling.

Your every thought and the beating of your heart.

It’s serpentine tongue twists,

As it’s, body morphs and shifts.

You wish for it to end this!

But the taste of your blood is next on its to do list!

(Guitar solo)

See its fangs and,

Back down slowly.

Hear it hiss and,

Keep controlling,

Your every thought and the beating of your heart.

It’s serpentine tongue twists,

As it’s,

Body morphs and shifts.

You wish for it to end this!

But the taste of your blood is next on its to do list.