[verse 1 - clean, melodic, dripping with contempt] i don't need your whispered lies or your sympathetic grin your careful, crafted alibis for the knife you slid right in your hollow, back-slapping cheers or your counterfeit loyalty your opportunistic fears, you mean nothin to me [chorus - big, open, anthemic roar] welcome to the snake pit snake pit every word a hiss i want nothin to do with it [verse 2] i don't want your cheshire smile, that cold and empty charm your practiced, righteous discipline designed to do me harm your calculated, sleek pretenses, your sympathetic stare i’m tired of choking on your poisoned air [chorus - big, open, anthemic roar] welcome to the snake pit snake pit every word a hiss i want nothin to do with it forked. tongue. tales. i want nothin to do with it nothin to do with it welcome to the pit snake pit
