Lyrics The Skin of the Serpent - Thy Art Is Murder

The Skin of the Serpent

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