So why don t you shed your skin?
Recoil back into your den!
And when you leave fifteen drops of venom in my veins
Don t look so innocent!
I see your seething fangs!

But what, what s that sound?!
(Get down, get get down!)
You gotta speak a little louder now.
Does it move you?
Does it touch you?
I can t trust you at all

And now a tense exchange of heated words and feigned insinuations.
What could you have to say?
You ve no intent to change
So I ll accept your invitations with no intention to attend.

You bring out the worst in me.