Don't be fooled sweet-snake voices You are here to make your own choices
Those slithering snake want to hold you down keep you begging for freedom as in silken ropes you are bound
They take your voice and steal your thoughts until your world is sun-dried and bought
and sold in stakes poker leaving you to claw your way out, a heart in one hand in the other, a saw.
And you cut and scrape but little good does it do 'cause snakes never run out of voice but you have run out of you