The Skin of the Serpent Thy Art Is Murder

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[Chorus]
Adorned, in the skin of the serpent
Reborn, as the malevolent servant
Adorned, in the skin of the serpent
Reborn, as the malevolent servant

[Post-Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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