Sight blurred by the light of a cure your heart's smitten

Sing praises to a curse whose spell's clearly hidden

As in the scriptures the warning's boldly written

The serpent's kiss could render spirits bedridden

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Like picking up your soul then throw it out farther

Low the depths where faith's blind to its own reflection

You're not quite the brother who'd desert his Father

Playing in the dunes while praying for redemption