What's the price of life?
Wield the knife with no surprise
Saving yours in exchange for mine
But I might survive
Yes you might survive said the Antichrist
I guess he lied, now mourners cry and others sigh, Crossed the line
To the other side, you're a demi God so divine
Watched you grow, watched you shine, waste of time
Waste of time
With a hex on a head this mess
Last breath no words now death
Beware of the serpent
Out there lurking
Spend most days swerving
Carrying burdens
Tired of the cynical tosh
Tired of the critical sighs
Gonna reach the pinnacle watch
Now I see the visible cry
Crisis crisis head crushed in the vices
Scene from a guillotine dream
Hands glued to devices
Tired of the cynical tosh
Tired of the critical sighs
Gonna reach the pinnacle watch
Now I see the visible cry
Like ducks to the water
Like lambs to the slaughter
A pauper's grave
See tears from the mourners
Tired of the cynical tosh
Tired of the critical sighs
Gonna reach the pinnacle watch
Now I see the visible cry
Now I see the visible cry
Lost in the smog of smoke and mirrors
Thick is the fog deceptive figures
Black silhouettes these ghoulish killers
Eye for an eye with hands on triggers
A certain few, curtains for you
Disperse then burst a curse at worse we make do
That being said, left deader than dead
Can tell by your face, face redder than red
Led by a thread, dread bled from ya bed
Stress on your head, stress levels on red
Tears you kept
You saved then wept
With a hex on a head this mess
Last breath no words now death
With a hex on a head this mess
Last breath no words now death
Beware of the serpent
Out there lurking
Spend most days swerving
Carrying burdens
Tired of the cynical tosh
Tired of the critical sighs
Gonna reach the pinnacle watch
Now I see the visible cry
Beware of the serpent
Out there lurking
Spend most days swerving
Carrying burdens
Tired of the cynical tosh
Tired of the critical sighs
Gonna reach the pinnacle watch
Now I see the visible cry
With a hex on a head this mess
Last breath no words now death