Dreamers they,
boil your snake blood.
So you’re speaking with
your parseltongue
to the devil so only the devil can hear.
Now you’re giving them
your vacant-evil eye
or tellin’ them
that they’re wastin’ their lives
but it’s you that’s stuck and will never be free.
Point
your
anger and rage
towards someone else
point
your
crooked finger
at yourself.
You had everything
you needed to succeed,
but when things got tough
and when times got lean,
you had to go,
cause being broke
wasn’t part of your plan.
Now you settled for
getting settled down,
got a dead end job
in your dead end town
now you’re bitter as the coffee
that you hold in your hand
Point
your
anger and rage
towards someone else
point
your
crooked finger
at yourself.
Parseltongue you are the worst