Snake

If I could explain to you
What it's like
It's not right
How I'm forced to pick and choose
Between the lines
Between the lies
'Cause it's not right
Not right
Not right
Not right

Funny how this game that we play
All the things that we do
And all of the things that we say
What a way to waste away
Let's spend some time
In the light of day
'Cause it's not right
Not right
Not right
Not right

Perhaps it's the way you move
Slippery like a snake
It's one of those things you do
One of your wicked ways
That I like
You do it just right

I'm cast underneath your spell
Cast to the depths of hell
Now there's no hope for me
No hope for anything
Yet I'm fine
I'm feel just fine

Perhaps it's the way you move

Walk this way
Breathe my direction
And if you like
We can do a little dance
With the holy ghost
Just walk this way
Breathe my direction
And if you like
We can do a little dance
With the holy ghost

It's a strange room
Odd places
A strange dream
Odd faces
A strange room
What's happening here
A strange dream
Odd faces

Perhaps it's the way you move
Slippery like a snake
I don't mind
I feel fine
Perhaps

I've come to see life in fragments
Pictures that I have juxtaposed
Into a strange collage
I've come to see life in fragments
Pictures that I have juxtaposed
Into a strange collage



Credits
Writer(s): Marco Lee, Ray Mabrey
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