The Skin of the Serpent - Thy Art Is Murder

Adorned, in the skin of the serpent

Reborn, as the malevolent servant

Adorned, in the skin of the serpent

Reborn, as the malevolent servant

Feast on your people

The beast in his steeple

The coward with the crown

Pulls the bones from the ground

To pick his teeth

It never sleeps

Modern lobotomy

Chained to the chair

Dribbling and unaware

The floor is slowly sinking

Modern dichotomy

Dystopian heir

All hail the king of despair

You fucking sow what he’s reaping

Feast on your people

The beast in his steeple

The coward with the crown

Pulls the bones from the ground

To pick his teeth

It never sleeps

It never sleeps

Adorned, in the skin of the serpent

Reborn, as the malevolent servant

Adorned, in the skin of the serpent

Reborn, as the malevolent servant

Paralyzed

The snake that devours its brother

Suicide

The sickness of life absorbed by another

Death is destiny

Inescapable end