I am not a god or a prohet or a saint I am not the words that you always seem to taint I can be a gun or I can be a knife Because I am Serpentine
I am like a hand Parting rivers into streams The oceans turn to rust Tearing ships up at the seams I can be the truth or I can be a lie Because I am Serpentine
I want you to leave me But not alone The taste that you leave in my mouth Is hard to swallow
I am not a king or a diamond in the rough Like rivers into seas I will never be enough I can see the light but keep you in the dark Because I am Serpentine
I am like the leaves Dancing songs around the trees Fallen from the top And begging from your knees
This could be the end And I am all that's left For I am Serpentine
In your mind You twist my words And paint a picture of me Around your selfish dreams
Take a look at What you've built The venom isn't in my heart It's in your eyes
I can't save myself from Wasting both of our time When I know there is no hope I will never say sorry again For all these things that You say that I might have done
Silently, you seem so sure But, we are not the ones, I know We are not the ones
In your mind You twist my words But we are not the ones I know, we not the ones I know this...
I am Serpentine!
We will ive and die In this times I am Serpentine!