| You know me | |
| You know the truth | |
| You're tying slowly | |
| You're serpent noose | |
| I feel the pangs of a bitter nerve surfacing | |
| I can't deny that i'm stifling what i say | |
| Son, you've found yourself so far from home | |
| God wont even find you where you're going | |
| You know me | |
| You know the truth | |
| You're dying to show me | |
| The serpent noose | |
| I hear the words of a bitter verse echoing | |
| Can't reconcile nor tolerate | |
| Son, you've found yourself so far from home | |
| God wont even find you where you're going |