If I can’t be your servant
We’ll forever be chasing serpents
Unintelligable, I rather loathe six feet under
Going down your throat, living in your bowel
Then have my skull cracked asunder
Have your skin as a towel
For my tears to be the rain to your thunder
If I can’t be your servant
We’ll forever be chasing serpents
I know how it all came to be
A self fulfilling prophecy
When we first met I told you
„There will be a hug that breaks our necks“
Good riddance, the ticking distance
Is all it came to be
If I can’t be your servant
I’ll rather be inadvertant
The most zealous of serpents
The most zealous of serpents
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