[verse] as you were in my sights again painted red as you are slinking in becoming more like a skin under my own and stinking of reason [Chorus] and a better off hand doesn't always land well denigrate my angels and fueling your hell's rebuke [bridge for 2 bars] [verse] calloused snake sheds all indifference cleaves the soul in three then slithers on begins again anew fresh faces and looking in [Chorus] and a better off hand doesn't always land well denigrate my angels and fuel your own hell rebuked [outro with guitar solo] ain't that the true you don't wanna see, do you?!
