Your turn to kill,
One stubborn will, one emotional flood,
Against the steel, your faith is sealed beneath the skin and blood.

One statement of fashion leading you down steep stairwells to madness,
Now you're pulling me with you,
One step, one slip of the tongue, and your seduction's complete,
You're twenty words away.

Fire-breathing serpent-teen.

Your spirit, it burns,
Your scales, they itch,
You're changing your skin every second chance you get,
Your eyes, your pitiful lies,
I feel like giving you up, but you're not through with me yet.

Fire-breathing serpent-teen.

No, don't fall.

I'm holding on to a time you were more than alive.

Fire-breathing serpent-teen,
Are you as afraid as you seem'

Fire-breathing serpent-teen.