[Verse 1] They slither through the streetlights Silver suits and hollow eyes Whisper deals in backroom corners Truth is just a thing they buy Coiled beneath the courthouse steps Wrapped around the preacher’s throat Every promise tastes like poison Every word a gilded note [Pre-Chorus] Hear them hum beneath the floorboards Feel them tighten when you breathe Every secret feeds the hunger Every lie becomes their teeth [Chorus] Tongues of the serpent, forked and divine Selling salvation one drop at a time They choke the river, they bleed the well dry Smile for the camera while the children run blind Skaled hands gripping the spine of the town Gold in their fangs as they’re dragging it down Hiss in your ear like it’s mercy you need But it’s just the sound of a city that bleeds [Verse 2] Neon flickers, deals are written In the margins of the night Sign your name in disappearing ink They own your breath, they own your light Every badge is just a collar Every judge a coiled grin They don’t break the law—they wear it Like the skin they’re living in [Pre-Chorus] Hear them crawl inside your silence Feel them nest behind your teeth Every scream gets swallowed whole now Every prayer falls incomplete [Chorus] Tongues of the serpent, forked and divine Selling forgiveness for organized crime They poison the roots, let the whole forest die Then auction the ashes and call it supply Skaled hands gripping the spine of the town Gold in their fangs as they’re dragging it down Hiss in your ear like it’s mercy you need But it’s just the sound of a city that bleeds [Bridge / Breakdown] Cut the head—two more rise Feed the fear, monetize Blood runs thin through paper veins Signed in ink, sealed in chains They don’t kill— They collect They don’t steal— They correct Every life a ledger line Every soul a shrinking sign (Breakdown Callout) Bite down— feel it tighten Speak now— they’ll rewrite it Break free— or be digested By the lies they’ve perfected [Final Chorus] Tongues of the serpent, black as the sun Counting the bodies like profit and fun They hollow the streets, leave the bones in the light Then sell you protection from what they ignite Skaled hands gripping the spine of the town Gold in their fangs as they’re dragging it down Hiss in your ear like it’s mercy you need But it’s just the sound— [Outro] Of a town on its knees Of a breath you can’t keep Of a truth buried deep Under serpents that sleep …waiting to feed
