Nirvana 2002 - Snake lyrics

How shall the burial rite be heard? The solemn song be sung? The requiem for the loveliest dead That ever died so young? From the thunder and the storm And the cloud he took its form (When the rest of heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view Thrilling to think Poor child of sin It was the dead who groaned within Captured in a web of desperate lies Time has come to die Colors shift to black and white I see the night There is no light Visions twisted in your brain All your thoughts have gone away And you have gone insane