A snake sheds its skin
A savior goes up in smoke
Our shadow is behind us now
Our futures, bought and sold
Take it by the throat and walk away
The blood of the wolf becomes my war paint
If I could make you believe
We could leave it all behind
A snake sheds its skin
A savior goes up in smoke
Our shadow is behind us now
Our futures, bought and sold
Take it by the throat and walk away
The blood of the wolf becomes my war paint
If I could make you believe
We could leave it all behind
A snake sheds its skin
A savior goes up in smoke
All that's golden is never real
And you know that you've gone too far