| So the serpentines
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| Slither slippery in-between
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| Their pink tongues lick the way
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| As the aging prophets sway
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| Going deep into the hole
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| Always losing our control
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| Said a snake, spoke to Eve
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| In the garden of disease
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| It’s said a snake, spoke to Eve
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| In the garden of disease
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| The tree of life became forgot
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| And its fruit began to rot
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| What did the snake say to Eve
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| In the garden of disease?
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| She took the key to unlock
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| The curses of Pandora’s box
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| Snakes slither through your eyes
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| Hollow skulls are sanctified
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| Arrange the bones to form a cross
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| Long cast curses now forgot
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| In the garden of disease
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| Cathedral paintings come alive
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| When no one else is inside
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| Statues speak, ceilings scream
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| At slithering serpentines
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| Dead bodies holding rosaries
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| Daggers in hearts, hands and feet (2x) |