Cobra Noir

The body is a mistake.
The heart is tied in a knot of flesh and bones.
Put your finger down your throat.
The eyes of the crowd,
Dissolved throught the persecution.
The cavity in your skull,
A safe place to hide your shame.
Bite your tongue and let it go,
Peel your skin and let it show.
Teeth in the hand,
Blood in the mouth,
Youre ready to blossom out.
Hope is a disease,
A permanent opium war.
The smoke is burning your nostrils,
But youre still asking for more.
Inhale, exhale,
Now youre one of them.
Take that fake skin off and show me what youve got.
[ The Treatment Lyrics ]