Through my mindless eyes I saw
(Everything I touch turns to gold)
A figure frail and fable
(Everything I touch turns to gold)
Long wooden arms and pants on
Fire
(Everything I touch turns to gold)
Serpents in her hair
(Everything I touch turns to gold)
Temptation draws my eye
(Everything I touch turns to gold)
To staring right between hers
(Everything I touch turns to gold)
I blame my name for the violence inside
(Everything I touch turns to gold)
With a long-winded curse

Golden tongue is her eye pretty feature
A filthy preacher of lies
And for the loudness of her voice
People believe her
With covered mouths and covered eyes
Well I wish for
A full sleep
Because this anger I harbor
Exhausts me
And I am growing sickly
Of the same sad times
She spits it out redundantly all day
If I had my way
I'd flood her veins with fire
If I had my way
Through my mindless eyes I saw
A figure frail and fable
With long wooden arms
Serpents in her hair
Temptation draws my eyes
To staring right between hers
I blame my name
For the violence inside
With one long-winded curse
With one long-winded curse