Scorpion Hymn

Cold world, make my stomach turn
Fire burns eternal, endless war
Smoke clearing out wolves in a paper house

We cut the wicked tongue
We tie the noose you've hung
We see the boundless harm
Petrified hands, broken hearts

I stand transfixed upon my own reflection
Unacquainted with the one that stands before me
Assembled with such careful calculation
Arе you the man that you claim to be?

A dream oncе hopeful, now a conduit of self-hatred
Left in a timeworn tomb of destinations once held sacred
The shifting serpent
Slithering in eternal shadow

We cut the wicked tongue
We tie the noose you've hung
We see the boundless harm
Petrified hands, broken hearts

Make my stomach turn

You endorsed the hurt
Now you must live with the shame