Serpent’s Tongue – The Agony Scene

Beneath your swollen excess
You dig a shallow grave
Built upon the backs of those
Who dare stand in your way
Stamp out the ones who doubt
The merit of your legacy
Ignore the sacrifices made by
Those less fortunate

You’ll find your reach falls just
Short of your gaze
From the depths to the throne,
Does it all look the same?

Burn all who dare to question
And they will know your name
Tear down the weak and desperate

A wolf in sheep’s disguise
Blessed with a serpent’s tongue
They serve to hide from the world
What you really are