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.