Rattle What's that rattle? What a charming sound my tail makes wrapped around your neck As I send all the sins from your past as a gift to your future Like a self-inflicted wound Hear that hissing? What a soothing sound my tongue makes As I wait to watch you fall from grace Meanwhile... Beguiled I've wiled you laughing You can hide your sins but not from me Beguiled I've wiled you laughing I'm laughing Apples Would you like one? Like the ones I've brought you time and time again From the garden To your senses Every bite that you take is a deal that you've made with my otherworldly friends Hear that crying? What a charming wine your tears make As I raise my cup to drink your fate Meanwhile.