There's snakes in the garden, blood on the vines, every time I slip away, it feels like a crime, (Hush) Underneath the shadows, The aching ground, The grey of the moon is all we have now, Soul for sale, (Hush) (Hush) Soul for sale, There's ropes in the hallway, Scars in the silver, And then there will come day, When red runs the river, Keep the light on, Keep the light on pray, Don't make a sound, Don't make a sound, Soul for sale, (Hush) The snakes in the garden, Blood on the Vines, I can't wait anymore, I can't wait anymore.