I can't talk while I'm swallowing a silver bone
Tell me who's concocted a cure for an oral fixation
Constricted by body, struck by eyes, hollowed out like night
But I was never quick enough to suck the venom
Rippling in hidden bites
If the hooked fangs of the serpent sharpened the bloom
Would you care to accept this rose
When the crooked pangs break the crosses of the heart
Do the tearing holes leave terror exposed
I don't frolic through the gardens, I can already see and feel them
Feeding on hardened hearts, drinking from the pulse of the artery
Now poison gleams along the edge of every dagger I've thrown
But the voices in my mind seem to pledge
Exaggerations are all I've known
If you took the fangs from the snake to soften the scars
Would you care to accept this medicine
When the crooked pangs break the crosses of the heart
Do you dare shed your skin
When I crawl back to the genesis
All will begin with silence
Can't use the flicker, bathed and un-atoned in cold
To soothe or strip the ache that scathed bones hold