The Python
Give me a time when I can survive, when God will not fail me, when I'm healthy of mind
I'm on the brink, I need you to think, for a time when I'm not so reliant on drink
There's sick in the sink, there's blood in my eyes, every relationship spoiled by lies
I lay on the floor, I can't take anymore, my head won't stop pounding, it's split at the core
Well, I could be The Python that strangles you with love, or I could be the demon that steals you from above
And I could be the powder that seeps its way inside and crucifies your mind
I walk to forget, I drink to forgive, but my legs have grown tired, my liver can't live
The path has grown dark, but the end is in sight, why can't I manage just ONE sober night
My reflection looks back at what I've become, a rapid decline since 2001
The past is the past, the future looks grim, you're probably right, you're safer with him
Well, I could be the tiger who stalks you night and day, or I could be the poacher who blasts that beast away
Or I could be the earthquake that drops you to your knees, I'll do whatever you please
Well, I could be the monster, that lurks beneath your bed, or I could be the dealer, who keeps your veins well fed
Or I could be the siren, that lures you to the rocks, or you could be the chicken, and I will be the fox
Or I could be the bandit, who's holding up your heart, or I could be the devil, but you knew that from the start
Or I could be the virus infecting from within, where else would I begin
I'm on the brink, I need you to think, for a time when I'm not so reliant on drink
There's sick in the sink, there's blood in my eyes, every relationship spoiled by lies
I lay on the floor, I can't take anymore, my head won't stop pounding, it's split at the core
Well, I could be The Python that strangles you with love, or I could be the demon that steals you from above
And I could be the powder that seeps its way inside and crucifies your mind
I walk to forget, I drink to forgive, but my legs have grown tired, my liver can't live
The path has grown dark, but the end is in sight, why can't I manage just ONE sober night
My reflection looks back at what I've become, a rapid decline since 2001
The past is the past, the future looks grim, you're probably right, you're safer with him
Well, I could be the tiger who stalks you night and day, or I could be the poacher who blasts that beast away
Or I could be the earthquake that drops you to your knees, I'll do whatever you please
Well, I could be the monster, that lurks beneath your bed, or I could be the dealer, who keeps your veins well fed
Or I could be the siren, that lures you to the rocks, or you could be the chicken, and I will be the fox
Or I could be the bandit, who's holding up your heart, or I could be the devil, but you knew that from the start
Or I could be the virus infecting from within, where else would I begin
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Writer(s): Robert Honour
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