And the Snakes Start to Sing

Album: Sempiternal (2013)
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  • I've lost the plot again
    Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
    There's a few quid to be made

    And my soul's a sorry state
    So come on down, you empty lovers
    Worms come out of the woodwork
    And the snakes start to sing

    Do you feel the chill
    Clawing at the back of your neck?
    I start to spill
    Did you really think that you could fix me?
    They'll sell your bones for another roll
    Well, sharpen your teeth
    Tell yourself that it's just business

    Worms come out of the woodwork
    Leeches come from out of the dirt
    Rats come out of the holes they call home
    And I fall apart
    And the snakes start to sing

    Don't say I'm better off dead
    'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me
    Won't you make some room in your bed
    Well, you could lock me up in your heart
    And throw away the key
    Won't you take me out of my head?

    I'm just a would've been, could've been
    Should've been, never was and never ever will be
    We'll sharpen your teeth
    Tell yourself that it's just business
    Would've been, could've been
    Should've been, never was, and never ever will be
    Worms come out of the woodwork
    And the snakes start to sing

    Worms come out of the woodwork
    Leeches come from out of the dirt
    Rats come out of the holes they call home
    And I fall apart
    And the snakes start to sing

    If you can't soar with the eagles
    Then don't fly with the flock
    Are you still getting high?
    Did you catch your own reflection
    In the knife my mother held?
    Or the hell in my father's eyes?

    If you can't soar with the eagles
    Then don't fly with the flock
    Are you still getting by?
    Was I your knight in shining armor?
    The apple of your eye?
    Or just a step to climb?

    If you can't soar with the eagles
    Then don't fly with the flock.
    Are you still getting high?
    Did you catch your own reflection
    In the knife my mother held?
    Or the hell in my father's eyes?

    If you can't soar with the eagles
    Then don't fly with the flock
    Are you still getting by?
    Was I your knight in shining armor?
    Or the apple of your eye?
    Or just a step, a fucking step to climb Writer/s: Jordan Fish, Lee Malia, Oliver Sykes
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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