Laying down across the root cracked stone
The serpentís crawling in my ear again
He thinks he has me in his clutches
But he cannot have this, cannot touch this
He cannot have the power, if Iím never letting go
Does he really burn inside, does it make him itch?
Weeping on the solid carnivore infestation
The maggots burrow in my toes again
He thinks, he thinks heís got me
Though he thinks he smells it, he does not
He cannot down my tower, with a single jagged stone
Does he really burn inside, does it make him hurt?