Snake Wins the Lion

Taste blood from my lips, the lack of truth Upon my skin. Only one black little bitch, holding hands around Dirty slit. The obvious, this world is wrong. Nobody knows how we get along. And so we sleep with the liars, Sleep with the liars. Burned to ash, all the great things become history. Turn into dust, suddenly, suddenly. Burned to ash, all the great things become history. I can't swim, but I can still hide upon The water. I drown deep within everything just Around me. Everything just around on me. Everything just around on me. Everything just around on me. Everything just around on me. Taste blood from my lips, the lack of truth Upon my skin. Only one black little bitch, holding hands around a Dirty slit. The obvious, this world is wrong. Nobody knows how we get along. And so we sleep with the liars, Sleep with the liars. Burned to Ash. Suddenly. Burned to ash. Suddenly. All the great things. Suddenly. All the great things. Great.