Rattle
Your neck
Hear that hissing
As I wait to watch you fall from grace
Meanwhile
Apples
Would you like one
Like the ones I've brought you time and time again
From the garden
To your senses
Every bite that you take is a deal that
You've made with my otherworldly friends
Hear that crying
What a charming wine your tears make
As I raise my cup to drink your fate
Meanwhile
Beguiled, I've wiled you laughing
You can hide your sins, but not from me
Beguiled, I've wiled you laughing
You can hide your sins, but not from me
Beguiled, I've wiled you laughing
You can hide your sins, but not from me
Beguiled, I've wiled you laughing
I'm laughing
Rattle
What's that rattle
What a charming sound my tail makes wrapped around
Your neck
As I send all the sins from your past as a gift to your future
Like a self-inflicted wound
Hear that hissing
What a soothing sound my tongue makes
As I wait to watch you fall from grace
Meanwhile
Beguiled, I've wiled you laughing
You can hide your sins, but not from me
Beguiled, I've wiled you laughing
You can hide your sins, but not from me
Beguiled, I've wiled you laughing
You can hide your sins, but not from me
Beguiled, I've wiled you laughing
I'm laughing
B̚͞"̧̨̦̱eġ͑'̮͍̯͙͆u'"̉'̪̯ỉ͡'̨̜̞̘͞l̛"̣̦̦͗͜ễ'̥̥̝d'̠,
͈̱̉͡Ḯ""͕̬̼'̂̽͑"̩̤͔̞̾ͅv̢͆e"͌̈"̝̯̠̬͔̓ '̯w̱̿i"̹l"'̄"̢̫͈̯͜ę̨̛̞̰̆̅͘ď̹
̦͠y͔̩̘̿̌͘ŏ̭̦͓͖͌̽͠u'̧̟̲̳̅͋͘
͐͆"͐"̧̨̻͙͓l͈͐a͑̇"͗'̦̲͖ṷ̳͌͝ḡ͒'̧͓̤̰̽h̠͒̐̚'̧in̄͋"̨̢̲̚ͅg
"̧̙̰̈́̈́͊͟Y͖̞͐͠o͛͘""͍̰̩̤͓u '̘̳͂c'̟̯̙̾͗a̡̝̹̩͂̐̊̌n'̟
"͗'̻̩̘h"̆"̮̩̿'̨ͅi̙̚de̙̫͚͐̆̅ '͓̥̃ȳ'̢͓ou'̃'̝̭͈r""̂͗"̡̡̳̝͓
̛̉'̬͈̮̜͖̃͋si'̳͇̝͌͊n͖͎͆̌̂̈͘'̳̱s̳̹̿̐,
B'""̨͖̜͊͢u"̭̳͓̓̉'t'̛̬͎
͚̝̤̓̂̽n"̳̫̹̼̆̃̇ö́'͉ͅt'̞̅͢ ͇͖͚͋̈̇f̬̚r̓̄̚"̨̬̳̹ͅom'"̧̨̘̌ mẻ̫̙̮̈́̉̌ͅ
B̚͞"̧̨̦̱eġ͑'̮͍̯͙͆u'"̉'̪̯ỉ͡'̨̜̞̘͞l̛"̣̦̦͗͜ễ'̥̥̝d'̠,
͈̱̉͡Ḯ""͕̬̼'̂̽͑"̩̤͔̞̾ͅv̢͆e"͌̈"̝̯̠̬͔̓ '̯w̱̿i"̹l"'̄"̢̫͈̯͜ę̨̛̞̰̆̅͘ď̹
̦͠y͔̩̘̿̌͘ŏ̭̦͓͖͌̽͠u'̧̟̲̳̅͋͘
͐͆"͐"̧̨̻͙͓l͈͐a͑̇"͗'̦̲͖ṷ̳͌͝ḡ͒'̧͓̤̰̽h̠͒̐̚'̧in̄͋"̨̢̲̚ͅg
I͠'̯̙"͍͖͂m"'̰̞ ̥̟͆̆͘͟l̞͚̿͞a̛̛̹̱u͐͠'͚͍̣̝͆ğ'̺͙̄ͅh͖͋iṇ̨̦̪͂̿͗͌̉͢g'̱̞̑