Blind faith, white snake Smile Archibald Why kill it all slowly? Now this is a party Snake take a breath Dim the light on the stones in the yard Kill it all. Kill it, it grows Push up through the soil Blush of the skin Hold on to the serum Nothing will grow on its own Those stones will revert Put her to bed She wants the cold hands of the dead in star light Bright white Who is on you? Smile if you want her to Faith bless her mouth wide This will do the job Dimming breath The star arise Eyes in this face where bright white Lines on the stones mark the graves of the whitest lights