There was a time when I felt fine with consistency
But now I'm fine with you and those legs in the dress that I see
A pack of cougars, a man of holiness take the front row
I pick a spot in the middle, my hand on my pistol, my eyes on the floor
Everybody raise their gla**, were getting f*cked up tonight, that's right
d**h of a harvest winters nights are hardest, that's when I see her voice again
She hides in the cellar, a goddamn coward I say
See light, you coward
See light, see day
OH sh*t
I feel myself falling again, when I begin to frost
OH sh*t
I pick a spot in the middle, my f*cking hand on my pistol, eyes on the door
Turn out the lights, see which one fits right
I am the chosen one, you're trembling at the sight of the snake
You are the servant s**ing on the tongue of the serpent
OH sh*t