| see the serpent twine | |
| wrapped around her spine | |
| coils inside her mind | |
| bleeds her eyes so blind | |
| she is killing time | |
| casting pearls to swine | |
| trapped beneath her crime | |
| burnt, her skins seeps wine | |
| moons turns red | |
| silence speaks... she is dead | |
| monster dreams... she is dead | |
| see the serpent twine | |
| crush her alibi | |
| intoxicating lie | |
| devils sing their lullaby | |
| caught up in their schemes | |
| drops down to her knees | |
| begging baby pleas | |
| serpents have their needs... | |
| devils have her... |