| Pretty as an angel, but the bone of the devil | |
| The smile of a fox, but talking on the level | |
| The figure of a lady peekin' through the holes | |
| Tying down my wings, pulling on my soul | |
| Your fingers are snakes, they're eyes and they see | |
| Everytime we touch you take a bite out of me | |
| Driftin' through my head, all the things that you said | |
| What is written on the walls isn't right until it's read | |
| So read: with your snake eyes | |
| You're the devil's daughter, | |
| I've met him, skip the fakin' | |
| You've been growing horns since your halo has been taken | |
| In the trap you were the bait, that was your mistake | |
| I never cared a bit for dirt or a black-eyed city snake | |
| I was hartly temped with a wink and a bottle of sin | |
| I had my own three bottles of the driest kinda gin | |
| Undressed yoy with my eyes and then | |
| I realized | |
| Your rolling dice and broken wings gave in to your disguise | |
| Gave in: to your snake eyes | |
| Everything at stake but | |
| I've learned my lesson well | |
| You're giving me the choice will | |
| I roll heaven or is it hell | |
| Remove the flashy costume, show me what you've got | |
| A taste of what's below, so you'd better make it hot | |
| Can't you see me laughing, you're begging with your cries | |
| The fireballs | |
| I'm throwing are burning in your eyes | |
| I can't roll a seven or even an eleven | |
| Give me staring snake eyes, | |
| I wasn't made for heaven | |
| Surprise: | |
| I've got snake eyes |