We are the ones who won't open our eyes,
Fearing that we will turn into cold stone.
The unknown, a dangerous mystery,
That is why we can never truly know.
Out of sight out of mind, can that be true?
No, we will always concisely be sad.
Deep down we all can feel it's just a ruse,
In the distorted nest of all our fears.
If that's not enough, the snake kissed your face,
All the saliva of temptation there.
Wipe it off quickly before you lick your ich,
Too late now the snakes know how much you care.
Medusa can't wait to have a new fool,
Trophy of a scared man, isn't that cool?