This WiLL Do The Job

Blind faith, white snake 
Smile Archibald 
Why kill it all slowly? 
Now this is a party 
Snake take a breath 
Dim the light on the stones in the yard 
Kill it all. Kill it, it grows 
Push up through the soil 
Blush of the skin 
Hold on to the serum 
Nothing will grow on its own 
Those stones will revert 
Put her to bed 
She wants the cold hands of the dead in star light 
Bright white 
Who is on you? 
Smile if you want her to 
Faith bless her mouth wide 
This will do the job 
Dimming breath 
The star arise 
Eyes in this face where bright white 
Lines on the stones mark the graves of the whitest lights