Red Snakes

Grew enemies to avoid pain
Sold them in pills for your own gain
You’ll never get back to the old ways...
So despise what you’ve lost, for your own sake

Stood in a pool full of red snakes
Up to your knees in a night lake
Unsure if you knew what was at stake
Fully prepared for a tough break

At the mount of ancient song
Where you grieve for what is gone:
A thousand hands, countless plans
And youth

As sure as you were of the earth's place
At the terrible center of black space
Now that you’vе come to renounce faith
In еmerging from bodies with no name

Wandered in search of a new age
Slipped on the rivers of old rage
Parted, at last, from an old weight
Sprang from the water with no shame

At the mount of ancient song
Where you grieve for what is gone:
A thousand hands, countless plans
And youth