The noose-shaped constricts my throat,
Slithering the nape of my neck
Their ways, they are not like my own
(For my words are not venomous)
Truth has many faces, even that of deceit
They know nothing of my thoughts,
For I too, keep secrets

A forked tongue is easily hidden behind a grin
Their intentions aren't hard to read
Nightfall brings with it the scent of the morgue,
Calling forth the slithering liar

My lies shall rot with me, for I'm an honest man

Whether worm or serpent, they slither,
And I have bedded down beside them
(Contradicting my word)

Your throat is choked with dust,
But still your tongue is forked
You ramble on with cursed words until I cut it out

My lies shall rot with me, for I'm an honest man