The rows of bottles they speak no truth
They lie and cheat you, but some lies are welcome
And it depends on the liar too, on which snake you choose to devour you, devour you

As the room turns into air, you float
With temptations of the flesh
You're weightless, and lifeless
And then inward your eyes will close
The magic has run its course
You're breathless and deathless

The rows of bottles they speak no truth
They lie and cheat you, but some lies are welcome
And it depends on the liar too, on which snake you choose to devour you, devour you

As the room turns into air, you float
With temptations of the flesh
You're weightless, and lifeless
And then inward your eyes will close
The magic has run its course
You're breathless and deathless

The rows of bottles they speak no truth
They lie and cheat you, but some lies are welcome
And it depends on the liar too, on which snake you choose to devour you, devour you