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