| the itch of the loving | |
| No compromise steady enough to conceal the truth | |
| My paltry dependence from you | |
| I know I have been tricked again | |
| It is you they call a snake of june | |
| Because nothing of what you say is true | |
| You will see that someday soon | |
| A splitted tounge will speak to you | |
| My tries to escape | |
| from a world that I thought I knew | |
| have drowned in their laughter | |
| Revealing my weakness to bury my love for good | |
| has denied self-forgiveness | |
| I know I have been tricked again | |
| It all was in your eyes | |
| The trust of faith, all hope and wise | |
| I chose the apple, believed your lies, | |
| felt the poisen and closed my eyes... | |
| It is you they call a snake of june | |
| Because nothing of what you say is true | |
| You will see that someday soon | |
| A splitted tounge will speak to you | |
| It is you they call a snake of june | |
| Because nothing of what you say is true | |
| You will see that someday soon | |
| A splitted tounge will speak to you | |
| My eyes... |