Along the lines of your face and the hollow of your skin,
I see a snake with a furrowed brow and an empty oil can for a heart.
Some might say treason of the highest order.
But if you listen closely, very closely, you can hear him whisper:
«Attack! Attack! Attack!»
Kill everything that moves. Man, woman and child.
Skin them alive and cage them inside of me.
«ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK!»
Run for your lives.
