They were snakes
They were snakes
They were snakes
They were snakes
It seems people find it hard to love these days
It seems people find it hard to lose these days
My laughter should be the sound that resonates
All through the catacombs of my heart
And the doom that comes from you
These people you call your friends were never anything
More than a hello and a bottle of wine to your face
To your face
Behind your back
Behind your back, they were snakes