Lyrics

I am the serpent in your atmosphere Presenting teeth to make holes in your skin You walk with giants over this town Blind to forecasts or what lies within Caught off guard by the colours and scents Fake a smile, I could show you the world Ever proud that you'd succumb to my charm Said the catch to the eager remains The perfect frame that I know that you are Hates everything you assume that I am Take the man I'll never be Make him proud, set him free Hold his eyes tight in your hands Keep him from the best laid of your plans Watch him writhe on the floor As you make your last score Misdirected by the stories they've heard A clash of words with experiences A throwaway look becomes that Sense of abandonment I fall down, you're broken The perfect frame that I know that you are Hates everything you assume that I am Take the man I'll never be Make him proud, set him free Hold his eyes tight in your hands Keep him from the best laid of your plans Watch him writhe on the floor As you make your last score I fall down and now you're broken This place is no longer your home Brace for this crash, it will hit you That you don't need me, you don't need me The perfect frame that I know that you are Hates everything you assume that I am Take the man I'll never be Make him proud, set him free Hold his eyes tight in your hands Keep him from the best laid of your plans Watch him writhe on the floor As you make your last score The perfect frame that I know that you are Hates everything you assume that I am Take the man I'll never be Make him proud, set him free Hold his eyes tight in your hands Keep him from the best laid of your plans Watch him writhe on the floor As you head for the door
Writer(s): William Purcell, Richard William Steadman, Iain Gorrie, Leopold O''brien Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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