Snow lands on top
As she walks to her grave
Poisoned hand in the water line
Casualties trying to help myself
I will use you for tonight
Until I see my benefits
Expect no help
Let me strain your mind
You won the game
But I stole the prize
I wont save you
Nothing matters to me
On the run
The fault is all mine
I'm the enemy
I switch quick
Love is pain
Paint it grey
Twelve times and then
I'm fine
Singing to the snakes
I reap and control
The disease
No one hears me
No matter how much
I cry
I'm a puppet
Benefit to your pleasure
To feel something