| Out in the wild in a forest so deep
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| Walk unsuspecting, not knowing all that creeps
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| It slithers and snakes through all the high grass
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| But you’re not careful, he bites your ass
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| He lies in wait for victims to walk by
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| To strike in hatred and then you will die
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| You fall to the ground to lay and wait
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| To fulfill the pleasure of all who hate
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| Seeking shelter from the blaring sun
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| The dessert, hot and balmy
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| You’re becoming well done
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| You find shade at one lone tree
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| But to your misfortune it’s not as you see
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| For on the limb all curled up tight
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| Is the killer scaled one ready to bite
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| You hear a hissing up above your head
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| But you’re too late, and now you are dead
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| You have fallen upon venomous death
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| Weary traveler you should’ve never left
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| With the bite from the serpent’s fang
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| Your soul shall never rest
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| Trudging through swamps on a cold rainy morn
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| Exiled to this place out of hateful scorn
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| You slip and you fall in mud up to your nose
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| The slime overcomes you, you struggle for your hose
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| The thick of the moment you notice it moves
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| As it turns to look straight in the eyes
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| The snake coils around you like vines to a pole
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| Crushes like vice you sink in the hole |