Из альбома: The Taste of Sin
i cannot see
and i cannot feel
but i want to taste you
in my dreams
in my thoughts
in my sleep
the kiss of the serpent
in my thoughts
in my sleep
the kiss of the serpent
is real skin so real
as she weaves through my dreams
cold staring eyes
cold blooded kiss
we scream in our dreams
of serpents on the black sand
as she crawls through my skin
and i swallow her tongue