The Weasel

You don't believe the broken heart of the liar

Yet you need the weasel to take the snake into its teeth

I buried evil and watched the nightshade flower

I buried evil and fed the darkness just

The same, the same

The humans eat up the answers to their problems

As if the demon was just a passing melody

We watch the weasel die as it eats our poison

The snake and nightshade are all that is left for us

To blame, to blame

You don't believe the broken heart of the liar

Who's left to grieve, then, when that heart's broken just

The same, the same?

The same