The Partisan Component - Snakes

Waste away
Slither through a social construct
Mold yourself to whomever they are
Grip with clenching fists to your image in hopes that people never see who you truly are

You're not the Pinnacle of man
Lower your judgemental hand
Every dark corner lurks another snake
It's nobody but yourself you hate
Anxiously you criticize those who have wronged you
You're an empty shell
The wolves are at your door
Cry wolf no more

Don't account for your actions
At a loss and belligerent
Attempting to control the lives of others
Since you have no control of your own
You try to dictate the way people should feel
When met with resistance you cry like a bitch
Seeking sympathy from everyone
Because you can't handle your life

You're not the Pinnacle of man
Lower your judgemental hand
Every dark corner lurks another snake
It's nobody but yourself you hate
Anxiously you criticize those who've wrong you
You're an empty shell
The wolves are at your door
Cry wolf no more

Threats and arrogance
Running rampantly through your shallow psyche
Weighed down by the corpse of whom you think you are
Snake

Written by:
Jeff Plewa, Nick Hill

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