Cold world, make my stomach turn

Fire burns eternal

Endless war

Smoke clearing out wolves in a paper house

We cut the wicked tongue

We tie the noose you've hung

We see the boundless harm

Petrified hands

Broken hearts

Treading water

Scorpion on my back

Onset of paralysis

I stand transfixed upon my own reflection

Unacquainted with the one that stands before me

Assembled with such careful calculation

Are you the man that you claim to be?

A dream once hopeful, now a conduit of self-hatred

Left in a timeworn tomb of destinations once held sacred

The shifting serpent, slithering in eternal shadow

We cut the wicked tongue

We tie the noose you've hung

We see the boundless harm

Petrified hands

Broken hearts

Make my stomach turn

You endorsed the hurt

Now you must live with the shame