Coiled up and slithering, your eyes the home of hate, as you lie and wait, waiting to be scathed.
Worn by bells like sirens falling on a puppets string, singing death is king, on a viewless wing.
cn echo in the cold gives you a silent kind of thrill, the venom makes you ill, fighting for your will.
cnd with a shallow breath, you still see you have nothing left; your soul will never rest, you really tried your best.
The remedies you spill are worse than what makes us all ill, prescribing different pills, so your pockets fill.
Pretty puppets playing pageant dangled off a string, dancing for a dollar singing what they say to sing.
Snakes slither in cabinets, their runners on the streets;
Do you really think you're free, or just when they say you can be?
Open up your eyes, you really think you're free?
Open up your eyes, you're caged without wings.
Open up your eyes, you really think you're free?
Open up your eyes, you're caged without wings.
Preying on the sick with your special kind of lies, robbing people blind, hiding behind a smile.
Slither propaganda all in bed with the big four, pretending you don't know, watch your sickness grow.
Pretty puppets playing pageant dangled off a string, dancing for a dollar singing what they say to sing.
Snakes slither in cabinets, their runners on the streets;
Do you really think you're free, or just when they say you can be?
Open up your eyes, you really think you're free?
Open up your eyes, you're caged without wings.
Open up your eyes, you really think you're free?
Open up your eyes, you're caged without wings.
Open up your eyes, you really think you're free?
Open up your eyes, you're caged without wings.
Open up your eyes, you really think you're free?
Open up your eyes, you're caged without wings.