I shed all my clothing 
And now I'm paralyzed 
With assimilation's pain 
And indulgence's misshapen form 

I am a snake 
And I will resume 
My contours 
Then I'll hunt again 
There really is no choice 

How do we survive 

I like to think I surprise myself 
But that's a tired joke 
I watch myself as I do my best 
No drama anymore 
When reason turns to riot gear 
There's no control, I lose myself again 
These maniacal rituals that got me going, but just 

How do you survive 

So sudden are my movements 
Not a drop of blood is spilled 
I'm silent beneath the roaring sun 
I leave my signature scrawled softly in the sand 
The only trace of a dead obsession 

'Cuz I'm a snake 
And I will resume 
My contours 
Then I'll hunt again