Snake Bite

(Mad Child & Rattlesnake Jones) (Chorus x2)

We want you, to take a good look at what we do

Not the type that you can see right through

Cause you never know what we might do, uh huh uh huh

(Prevail)

I see the glowing orbits, of time warps and forests

Of darkness before us, orbits turning gray

From what I bring out of my medical tray, perpetuate

Prevail wondering the alphabet is the predator and the prey

Don't let em walk away, broken in the bone yard, smokin' in the

boy's room

Smokin' in the pattern that consumes you like a vacuum

The warship I dock, is a property of his worship

It's awkward when we talk about morbid conditions

Vividly described, from this side of the lie detector

Cypher nectar, from the bloss of natural toxins, approach with

caution

Blow flames in blue like they dance on the oxygen

Lost again in space, allow us to demonstrate, how it all

generates

Promoters to engines, machineguns to hand grenades renegades of

vengeance

(Swollen Members, Battleaxe Records) I have the only potent gift

That is the kind without having to speak too loud

I'm confident my crew can keep them out when I'm (Looking in

your eyes)

(Mad Child)

Monarch and the anarchist, I smoke nicotine he smokes cannabis

And sip on Bombay sapphire, I drink Jack Daniels

He thinks things through I begat, mediocrity's not possible

Opposite's attract, ACDC Back in Black Sabbath

Agatha Christie cars named Christine

Hard to deal with agin' when you still feel fifteen

Combat stance tarantula, this approach is soft but deadly

Come in low slow but kill you gently

We some monsters in concert, the sharpest flyin' in on magic

carpets

Try to offend end up in coffin

I'm oftenly wrong, you can tell I'm off when (I'm looking in

your eyes)

(Mad Child & Rattlesnake Jones) (Chorus x2)

(Prevail)

The dagger gala you're all invited, mouth of a black hole

Poseidon could dive in, and die from the diamond cut, raisin' it

up

As if we're not amazin' enough, dine on the braggart

Time to push forward, more words the better heart line beats

jagged

Electric green, pesticide muster gas and mustard greens

That's what it must've been

(Mad Child)

We like muscle cars, not bar stars, no Singapore sling

We swing at the hard bar, hardcore

Used to sleep on cardboard tell your folks that it ain't no hoax

When I'm (Lookin' in your eyes)

(Mad Child & Rattlesnake Jones) (Chorus x4)