with snake moves i become more me than i'd like to
it comes so easy to me to do wrong
i've wanted it long enough for it to feel right
only what feels right won't be good for me
winning hurts, losing hurts
my animal side never cared about consequences
i know what hell i'm going to
and i still want the apple
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