Cut Out The Disease

You make your living from backstabbing

You're just a snake in hand made boots

You slither round like something slimy

Nothing's ever what it seems



Cut out the disease (*)

The lies and deceipt



You circle round just like a vulture

You're waiting for your piece of meat

Beneath your charm there's something hiding

The way you spin your vicious web



We did it all- we did it all for you

Once you were our friend

But you betrayed us in the end



Confrontation was your weakness

Evil lives behind that smile

You slither round like something slimy

You're just a snake in handmade boots



(Repeat *)