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 glass, were getting fucked up tonight, that's right.
Death 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 SHIT.
I feel myself falling again, when I begin to frost.

OH SHIT.

I pick a spot in the middle, my fucking 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 sucking on the tongue of the serpent.

OH SHIT