В колонках играет - Pain of Salvation - Chain Sling

So in love with the vitality of a snake,
Which stands up facing thousand madding hoofs.
Pushing hard the mentality of the brake,
When the melodies stay indulged through the mouth roof.
Craving damn bold lies to believe when I’m struck in heart.
All that lives in me swaps its masks for the shining fake.
Shall I strip my soul or destroy this voluptuous art,
Slamming on and on the temerity of the brake?