1st Degree Indian Burns

Drink from the cup
No longer blinded eyes
The tide it turns and the pendulum swings
Dry your tears before you cry

She's coming back around again
With a secret to tell

You're overtaken by the grasp
State of panic you turn and look back
Open your ears and fine tune your heart
It's the nature of things
She meets you back at the start

Injection of her venom
The sting of her teeth
Sacramental ingestion
Do you know what lies beneath?