Viper
Your mother always told you that body wasn't built to be loved
Your father wrote a gospel that said, "serve only what serves yourself"
Still, you carry the banner like it's the difference between heaven and hell
But you cannot have honor with your valor sitting up on the shelf
Your house is no empire, you'll never be the queen
This tree of your family rots where it's standing
The branches break off like they're leaves in the breeze
My father always told me: "have family or have nothing at all
And you'll never need an army with a few good men at your side"
He said: "you don't forget treason, you repay it swiftly in kind"
But forgiveness is your savior if you understand when it applies
Your house is no empire, you'll never be the queen
This tree of your family rots where it's standing
The branches break off like they're leaves in the breeze
Your house is no empire, you'll never be the queen
This tree of your family rots where it's standing
Bitter is the fruit and bitter was the seed
Decades of scheming have earned you this evening
The vipers in your house, and the wolves at your door
The sins of your mother are clawing from under the place
Where she buried them before you were born
Your father wrote a gospel that said, "serve only what serves yourself"
Still, you carry the banner like it's the difference between heaven and hell
But you cannot have honor with your valor sitting up on the shelf
Your house is no empire, you'll never be the queen
This tree of your family rots where it's standing
The branches break off like they're leaves in the breeze
My father always told me: "have family or have nothing at all
And you'll never need an army with a few good men at your side"
He said: "you don't forget treason, you repay it swiftly in kind"
But forgiveness is your savior if you understand when it applies
Your house is no empire, you'll never be the queen
This tree of your family rots where it's standing
The branches break off like they're leaves in the breeze
Your house is no empire, you'll never be the queen
This tree of your family rots where it's standing
Bitter is the fruit and bitter was the seed
Decades of scheming have earned you this evening
The vipers in your house, and the wolves at your door
The sins of your mother are clawing from under the place
Where she buried them before you were born
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Writer(s): Brenden Stark
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