Tell me, tell me
How's it feel to crawl upon your
Belly, belly
You slither in the mud of greed
You're tempting, tempting
He'll dull a pain but keep it never ending
Giving life until it doesn't mean a thing
Satan's watching, sitting in his tree
Waiting for the f*ck up come to be
So don't blame the snake
For things you shouldn't take
Sell me, sell me
The antidote to anything that kills me slowly
A pill within the hands of greed is
Tempting, tempting
When he says that it'll keep you going
Knowing he just means temporarily
Temporarily
Satan's watching, sitting in his tree
Waiting for a f*ck up come to be
So don't blame a snake
For things you shouldn't take
I've been watching, laughing in my tree
The fault of man is predictability
So don't you dare blame me, a serpent
I'm merely question's hissing burden