Nobody writes songs for the snakes.
Because in their eyes, there's only black and white.
No blur of gray between the two.
You get what you deserve, no remorse.

So what do you say when you feel the snakes crawling, deep within your veins?
From the moment they begin to hiss, does that make your heart black as coal?
Do you even get a heart at all, or is there just a gaping hole?

There's no excuse for sin, and by no means are we a pair of saints.
I've accepted what I've done, and that I've left venom in their blood.

So, I ask - why can't I accept the veil of the damned?
I want to be cold blooded and deadly, like the snake I am.
But instead all I feel is the pain in my stomach and the trembling in my hand.