Those ain't braids, they're snakes
Hail Medusa
Another fool just got too close to ya
Keep strummin' the pain that kills soft
And slither off of that pillar of rock
Another victim bows,
Hail Medusa
Gotta forget them vows he wrote to ya
Both eyes burn holes in the sky
And his soul is alive, but he's frozen inside

Anathema, I think Athena had it out for ya'
How could recalcitrance oust the gritty valuables
A pretty mouthful of pity so palpable
The giddy little prince rents out his given castle
You married him yet? That marionette?
Buried in debt, nary a breath to carry to rest
Ya sharing a bed? Care for the guest?
Or care for the rest of everything kept deep in the daredevil's chest
It's inconceivable to even believe in an evil
Even when the evil will leave you reeling from breathing ether
No speech
And I don't even think he's even breathing either
No peace
And so please leave me to be beleaguered
And when you leave put your shades back on
Why'd you take them off?
And why'd you gaze that long?
This wasn't Perseus
It never occurred to this guy that averting his eyes made him impervious
Gone too soon and all for you
Resident guy measured his life in coffee spoons
Gone too soon and all for you
Mr. Proofrock who shot you?

I wish you didn't exist, I liked it better when I was a kid, dismissed it as a myth
And just a little bit of artistic yard spinning and arsenic laced fiction for hard cynics
So much lipstick to cover the curse
And then of course wigs work so you cover the serpents
Dark shades and it's working perfect
The surface of Hell under perfect circles
You never take 'em off and they never ask why
You tell 'em it's a black eye...right?
Invite him in to the lion's den, lie to him
High suspense, a shut door behind him
But he soon found out the cruel truth
Just one more fool you rule in your room
Another barely alive man sharing
An eight-mile stare in a stone cemetery

Head bowed, pray to the queen, you know the siren's song is so sweet
You never notice that she sings off key till you're under the sea sunk hundreds of leagues
Head bowed, pray to the queen, you know the siren's song is so sweet
You never notice that she sings off key till you're hundreds of leagues sunk under the sea

Produced by Heath McNease, Don Chaffer and Davey Rockit