Thirteen like hex in a winter nightBlack clouds on meFifty two hard scales on a serpent’s backGod damn them allBad vibes thrown around like a hurricaneTo break down the skeptic in my headAnd I thought I was the last one believing in thisSuperstition or alchemyThirty three in the thirteenth yearSuperstition or alchemyArsenic in the year of the snakeThirteen like hex in the summer skyBlack clouds on youTwelve long sharp teeth in a serpent’s mouthGod damn them allBad luck chained to you like a prison weightTo break down the skeptic in my headAnd I thought I was the last one believing in thisSuperstition or alchemyThirty three in the thirteenth yearSuperstition or alchemyArsenic in the year of the snakeSuperstition or alchemyRhetoric perfectly clearSuperstition making sense to meToo many friends died this yearWhatever you believe inThree hundred and sixty five daysIt was neverendingFor you, for meAnd I’m normally the positive oneThree hundred and sixty five daysIt was neverendingThirteen, thirteenSuperstition or alchemyArsenic in the year of the snakeSuperstition making sense to meToo many friends died this year