Take everything I have left And throw it away into this dirty river So I can sink in muddled silence slowly after it I used to believe in second chances But every one I ever took Ended me in exactly the same place So what would you have me do? Shed my skin like a wounded snake So I can't recognize the poison that I used to be No, becuase I'll look the same But I will always know the same broken, ground down, venom fangs
No matter what we try to change, we will always stay the same We were never fucking gold, true to form I will remain.