Serpent’s Song

All of this mental confusion
Fuckin' dragging me down
Taking me places I never
Would go
Filling my senses with sorrow
And woe
Sick in the head, never fit in
Sick of the people and places
You've been
People you knew, backs turned
On you
Don't know what the fuck to do
I guess I'm a let down, I guess
I'm a fucking waste of time
I'll continue to judge you
As long as you continue to
Fucking waste my life
And pollute my fondest
Memories
With your constant presence
Empty thoughts pouring out of
Your empty heads
Now I've grown tired, my
Muscles they ache
All this digging and digging
Day after day
I dug my grave, it's a perfect fit
Now fucking leave me to lie in
It

All of this mental confusion
Fuckin' dragging me down
Taking me places I never
Would go
Filling my senses with sorrow
And woe
Sick in the head, never fit in
Sick of the people and places
You've been
People you knew, backs turned
On you
Don't know what the fuck to
Do

Fight for the enemy
Create sin
Making people want to give in
Irresponsibility constantly
Overcomes me
Make love, fuckin' take drugs
Fuckin' hate love
For all we know we're gonna
Die young
So let's get fucked up till the
Cops come
Sinner or saint, sinner or saint
The meaning's the same
You can't get away from
Meaningless things
And meaningless ways to
Spend your days just wasting away
Keep singing the Serpent's
Song, keep singing along
Pulsing through my veins, the
Venom I became
Pulsing through my veins, the
Venom I became