Them Crooked Vultures

Innocence has no resistance
Against a wicked counselor such as I
You won't make it out
You won't make it out
Shall I lead you to my parlor?
Poison offers disguised in just your size
You won't make it out
You won't make it out
You may think me altruistic
Feel my dark hypnosis closing in
You won't make it out
You won't make it out
Then you grow cold
Cold, as a stare
As if no, none
Could compare
But you don't know
How close to ensnare