The Serpent's Trail

You describe me as a drawning
painted in twisted lines
you Greatest fool
My dreams shoudn't happen
as you expected to]

I wake up everyday
and the beat of the bells
tell me that it will be
one more day to stand your lies

There is no such chorus
in this music,
what I write about you
is not such worthy
The shadows of your sharp
And silly words, make me blind

What was left of me was just a scar
But don't you think
That one day you'll be able to heal it
Nor even see it

Adam and Eve were accused
and saddly I have to tell you
That you've bitten the wrong apple
Follow to the same way
(The Serpent's Trail)

You describe me as a drawning
painted in twisted lines...