There was I time when I felt fine with consistency but now all I'm fine with is 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 door. Everybody raise their glass, we're getting fucked up tonight that's right. Death of a harvest, winter's 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 hand on my pistol, my 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!